Stepping through the spatial rift felt no different from taking a mundane step. It was only a little bit disorienting — the sudden change of the landscape, the direction of the wind, the subtle shift in the tone of the firing armaments. For Sunny, it was especially so, because he could also feel that the shadows around him were entirely different.
However, there was no time to waste on being confused.
Forcing himself to focus, he followed Dale to the edge of the wall and peered down.
Far below, there was a stretch of land flooded by attacking abominations, with brood beasts swarming above them… and behind those, the edge of a tall cliff that descended toward the shore. The dark expanse of the ocean stretched for as far as the eye could see, moonlight dancing on its restless, black surface.
The sphere of light was slowly growing dimmer as it burned somewhere above and beyond the cliff.
Dale spoke, his voice sounding slightly muffled by the helmet:
