here at the bottom of the world [07]
Courtney and Thorn run hand-in-hand behind Irma and Harold, along a dark and crumbling path. Chunks of dirt and asphalt seem to be falling away behind and above them, some floating out into space, others sinking into some sort of subterranean chamber below. Stopping to rest is not an option.
At length, they approach what looks like a well of darkness, an immense shaft leading down at a steep angle. At the edges of it are chunks of machinery, some still humming away quietly in the night. There is a sort of cable car or elevator lying in the path, but it looks badly broken, crumbling away into rust, and nothing connects it directly to the hole in the ground.
Courtney approaches the edge of the pit cautiously, letting go of Thorn, and peers down. "I don't think we have much choice," she announces, looking back as a rumbling crack heralds the continuing destruction of the path they've been following. "We'll have to try climbing it. I...could probably carry one of you and levitate down, though."
At length, they approach what looks like a well of darkness, an immense shaft leading down at a steep angle. At the edges of it are chunks of machinery, some still humming away quietly in the night. There is a sort of cable car or elevator lying in the path, but it looks badly broken, crumbling away into rust, and nothing connects it directly to the hole in the ground.
Courtney approaches the edge of the pit cautiously, letting go of Thorn, and peers down. "I don't think we have much choice," she announces, looking back as a rumbling crack heralds the continuing destruction of the path they've been following. "We'll have to try climbing it. I...could probably carry one of you and levitate down, though."