Nari crossed the outer aqueduct masonry toward the third tracing station, keeping her route below the exposed northern bluff.
Mountain gusts whipped through the abandoned aqueduct trenches, stirring loose dust and dried pine needles along the ramparts.
Nari glided along the exterior masonry of the third tracing station, her lynx tail low and silent behind her.
Her four Wings were drawn in tight against her back, their ruby radiance dimmed to prevent any premature magical glare.
She checked the footing along the weathered coping stones, keeping her balance centered as the river roared hundreds of feet below.
Down inside the arched console rotunda, an elite Choral vanguard captain stood waiting behind a reinforced heater shield.
Behind the captain's back hovered a shimmering spatial escape ring, pulsing with ready teleportation mana.
'He wants me to jump through the ceiling or flicker behind him,' Nari deduced, crouching beneath the stone parapet.
