(Time-stilled world, Edge of the Canyon, Day 14, Late Afternoon)
As the team finally reached the very edge of the canyon, they came to a halt without Raiden needing to give the order, as the sight before them felt like something carved at the end of the world.
The canyon stretched so far across that the opposite side was barely visible, and so deep that nothing but pure blackness stared back from below, swallowing everything in sight like a void that had never known light.
There were no birds, no trees, no rustling leaves in sight.
Only wind.
Constant, heavy wind that howled up from the abyss without rest, sweeping across the cliffside like a warning that refused to fade.
It wasn't strong enough to push them back, but it was loud enough to drown out words, as it carried with it the dry scent of old stone and the faint, metallic taste of something long decayed.
