"Many stories say that this battle once shook the whole continent," said Élisa, exhaling as she instinctively stepped back, as if the ground might collapse beneath her feet.
She stood tall, but her gaze kept drifting, deliberately avoiding the yawning center of the abyss.
"But that was over a thousand years ago… Stories always end up embellished. Or twisted. Or forgotten."
A silence followed. One of those thick, heavy silences where even the wind seems to hesitate before slipping through.
Dylan stepped forward, stopping at the edge where stone turned from earth into vertigo.
He glanced down — just once.
But it was enough to feel a chill crawl up his spine.
"All I know…" Élisa continued, softer now, almost in a whisper,
"…is that you shouldn't stare at the chasm for too long.
Our eyes might be too weak to see what lives down there…
…but theirs never miss us."
