The ground came up fast.
Noah had been running the wall for close to an hour, the Void Striders eating the descent in long spiraling loops, and the blue pulse of Storm's lightning had long since disappeared somewhere below him into a dark he couldn't see the bottom of. Then the bottom found him.
He saw it maybe three seconds before he hit it, a pale surface rushing up through the dark, and he pushed off the wall hard, redirecting his momentum sideways, and landed in a roll that carried him twenty meters across whatever he had just landed on before he came to a stop on one knee.
He stayed there for a moment.
Then he looked at his hand.
Snow.
