The higher they climbed through the air above the canopy of THE Strand of Broken Scales, the more the pressure made itself known.
It came from above rather than from any directional source, pressing down on his Galdr Source with the blunt authority of this place communicating what it communicated to everything that tried to rise above its designated level...that the sky here was not neutral territory, that elevation was claimed by the things powerful enough to claim it.
And that claiming required being the kind of thing the sky couldn't simply press back down.
He kept going up.
His Galdr Source was saturated in a way he had no prior reference point for, the second Demarcation pressed to its ceiling by the utilization of Persevere of the past several hours.
