Aldric frowned and walked toward the fissure, peering down below.
The sky above was gloomy, and within the fissure there was only darkness, dotted with faint, indistinct lights—he couldn't make out anything clearly.
Looking around, he saw nothing but a barren wasteland, fire burning here and there.
He lowered his head, then decided to descend into the fissure before him.
Aldric showed no fear. Drawing his spear, he leapt down.
As he fell, he swung the spear out, jabbing it into the cliff wall.
Clang!
A shrill metallic sound rang out, but the spearhead pierced the cliff as easily as if it were cutting into a sponge cake.
The spear slid down, slicing a long gash in the cliff. Sparks flew continuously as metal scraped against stone, filling the silence with an ear-splitting screech.
After a moment, Aldric seemed to sense something. He kicked off the cliff face, pulled his spear free, and leapt into the air.
He saw the ground not far below, so he quickly picked a spot to land.
