He turned slowly, taking in the full sweep of the place he was standing in.
The ledge beneath his feet was carved from the same dense black stone as everything around him. Behind him, it ended abruptly at a colossal cliff face that rose vertically for what looked to be nearly a thousand meters before curving inward, following the arc of an immense boundary that enclosed this entire world.
A realization struck him.
That boundary... 'is this the underside of Antarctica or something?'
He was standing beneath the continent's ice cap. Somewhere, thousands of meters above him, the polar cave where he had left Camilla still rested within a glacial mountain, which itself sat upon the frozen surface of an Antarctica he could no longer reach.
His gaze drifted across the landscape below. A group of small, dark figures moved through the middle distance. Creatures.
