At the midpoint of the obsidian desert, barely two leagues from the central sanctuary of the First Dawn, the column reached a jagged volcanic canyon known as the Rift-Teeth. Here, colossal slabs of black basalt had buckled upward during the Cataclysm, forming a natural amphitheater of razor-sharp stone fins that forced the riders into single file. Suddenly, the ambient sulfur mists turned a foul, sickly crimson. From behind the basalt…
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