The edge of Granite Platform One didn’t possess a safety railing.
It didn’t possess a warning sign, a toe-board, or a painted yellow outer edge.
It simply dropped off into five miles of upright space. It ended in the dark, violent deep pit known across the mortal plane as the Thousand-Array Deep gap.
The deep gap spanned five hundred miles from north to south, a jagged scar carved during the First Epoch when ancient powers shattered the land-wide plate.
Below, in the dark, the laws of physics had broken down. Tiny gravity whirlpools spun like eddies in a frozen sea. Visible tears in the fabric of space—ribbons of violet and emerald void-light—crisscrossed the deep gap. It drifted across the deep pit at thirty knots.
Every few seconds, an ancient spatial slaughter formation flickered to life in the fog, unleashing semi-clear void-blades that snapped passing cloud banks into sharp-angled cubes.
Fighters called it the Graveyard of Sages.
For three thousand years, thirty percent of all testers who tried to cross this deep pit to reach the Sages’ Sanctum were destroyed before they covered twenty miles.
