The middle tier of the Shadowgrave Clan was neither shrouded in mist nor crowned by the rays of the twin moon.
It was the spine of the ravine city of the Shadowgrave Clan.
Broad stone causeways stretched from cliff to cliff at this level, thicker and more reinforced than the upper bridges, their undersides carved with stabilizing arrays that glowed faintly in the dim light.
Lantern pillars lined the walkways at measured intervals, their amber flames steady despite the wind that constantly moved through the canyon.
From here, one could see almost everything.
Above, terraces rose in disciplined layers toward the watchtowers and buildings of lower ranks. Below, the lower districts descended into harsher stone and thinning light.
Training platforms hovered nearby, suspended on heavy chains.
The distant clang of stell carried through the air from one direction, while from another came the low hum of a formation activating somewhere within the cliff face.
