In the sky chronicles of the southern continent, Fairy Luo Qingxuan was celebrated as the Peerless Moon of the Void.
Her movement technique, the Nine-Fold Moon-Shadow Ripple Step, was reputed to be so ghostly that she could dance across the surface of a soap bubble without bursting the film. She stepped between spatial folds as lightly as a fallen plum blossom dancing on a spring breeze.
At mile one hundred and ninety of the Thousand-Array Deep gap, however, the Peerless Moon was currently hanging upside down over a bottomless expanse of roiling purple star-fire.
Her white-jade void-skiff had clipped an un-beveled flat spreading joint at forty knots, shearing its steering rudder and spinning into a rock outcrop. In a desperate bid to preserve herself, Luo Qingxuan had carried out a high aerial leap. He cleared thirty paces with her old family jade sword drawn.
Unfortunately, she had failed to calculate the clearance tolerances of an overlapping cold-rolled spatial joint.
She vaulted through the air. Then, the fluttering hemline of her prized Thousand-Silk Celestial Gossamer Fairy Robe—a sacred defensive treasure woven from the silk of thousand-year moonlight silkworms—snagged wildly on the protruding lip of an un-beveled steel map point seam.
SNAG.
