Chapter 702: What the Terrace Reveals
The crystal terrace was still sliding right. Beneath Leon's boots, the entrance foothold remained perfectly still.
He kept his hand raised while the last of the expedition assembled behind him. Across the gap, violet-streaked spires passed slowly in front of the distant ridge. He could still see the scouts' marks on the ground near his feet; whatever was moving, it had not yet disturbed their return point.
"Vyra, how far has it moved?"
"Still marking it, Young Master." She had driven a stake at the foothold's edge and was sighting past it. "Its leading edge has passed the split in that ridge. The marked ground beneath us hasn't moved."
"Can we reach it?" Leon asked.
"That's what I don't know yet." She did not lower her arm. "Give me a minute."
