Moon and Frey arrived at Shardfall Cliffs.
The eastern edge of the island was falling apart. Piece by piece, section by section, the land was crumbling away into the sky below. It had been doing so for as long as anyone could remember, and yet the island still stood tall above the clouds. As if the collapse was merely a little wound that would never quite kill it.
The cliff face was adorned with lines of soft crystal running through the rocks. When the sunlight hit them, the entire surface glittered like broken glass, scattering light in every direction. It was beautiful in the way that dangerous things often were.
Every few minutes, a crack would echo across the flatland behind them as another section of ground would shear free from the edge and tumble away, falling silently into the open sky below.
Moon walked to the edge and peered over.
Just like last time, only white, endless clouds greeted his vision.
