• Floating Islands

Spheris flailed. He was rocked to his left and he was rocked to his right, his hands slapped against the turbulent water as the relentless current dragged him closer to the edge.

From the roaring of waves, he could still hear Talon's caws while his veins pumped with adrenaline. Spheris gasped for air, and at the same time, used his desperate eyes to search for something — anything — to grab onto, anything that could save him from the impending fall.

He activated [Embrace Of The Dark] and the black wisps curled through the air out of his hands, reaching for an anchor. But the river was too wide, and the current too strong.

Spheris's shadows barely found purchase before being yanked back by the rushing waters. The roar of the waterfall grew deafening as the edge loomed nearer, nearer... nearer...

Despite all his efforts, Spheris felt his body lurch forward, plunging toward the abyss below.