Down below, so very, very, unfathomably far down, barely visible, were cathedrals half-submerged in clouds of red fog, millions of them, all built into the ridges of ribs the size of planets.
Every surface was covered in symbols, perhaps Old Tongue; he wasn't sure.
Even his eyes couldn't see that far.
Malik exhaled.
And then, without hesitation, he jumped.
He didn't even take a moment to think.
He simply fell once more.
Down.
And down again.
Down this ten-million-mile-tall monument.
A monument that should have collapsed under its own weight.
Or rather, its own gravity, becoming a damned star.
The fact that it remained whole meant there was more at play.
It was only of course that there was; Malik didn't expect anything else.
He fell and fell and fell and fell and fell, a comet in motion.
It was absolutely ridiculous that their planet was this big.
Actually, now that he thought about it, no...
It wasn't.
He had long since stopped being on Fam Iblis.
