The deep subterranean air roared with the deafening thunder of a five-thousand-foot drop into molten rock.
Crimson heat waves shimmered through the darkness, casting long dancing shadows across the cracked stone abutment where the forward strike team halted.
Nox peered over the edge into the crimson abyss, feeling the intense thermal updrafts pull at the hem of his dark traveler's cloak.
"The physical bridge disintegrated entirely when the automated fail-safes tripped," Serian said, pointing her verdant staff at the jagged stone stumps.
"Look at the distance between this ledge and the gate of Sector Twelve," Yeda remarked, shielding her eyes from the sulfurous glare below.
"That gap spans nearly three hundred yards across open boiling magma," Kendra observed, planting her tower shield firmly into the basalt floor.
