The fall wasn't as long as Ryn expected.
That was the first thing he noticed. Too short of a full cavern collapse, yet too controlled for natural ground.
Stone rushed up, then—impact.
Ryn hit hard, using Snow's ice platform to barely slow the descent. His shoulder slammed against packed earth as momentum rolled him across the ground.
He twisted instinctively, boots scraping for any friction he could find, until his back struck something solid and unmoving.
A solid sheet of metal.
The impact rang dully through his spine.
But he didn't have time to focus on the pain.
Voices echoed around him—Amelia swearing sharply, Jay groaning as he rolled onto his side, Taylor coughing as she pushed herself upright.
Fritz landed hard nearby, one knee striking the ground as he drove his sword down to steady himself.
For a moment, there was only disorientation.
The sound of water still rushed above them.
