From their observations, the entrance to the Fourth Floor lay within a collapsed ridge or more accurately, a massive scar carved into the mountain's side, where jagged stone and splintered earth formed a yawning chasm that seemed to breathe faint wisps of black fog.
Which meant that they had to climb down and navigate through the depths, which was a task easier said than done. The terrain below was unstable, littered with loose shale and fragments that crumbled under the slightest weight. A single misstep could send them tumbling into the fog-shrouded abyss.
Rose crouched near the edge and formed a luminous flame in her palm as she peered into the darkness below. The glow illuminated faint outlines of broken ledges, scattered boulders, and what appeared to be a narrow passageway halfway down the cliff.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Rose turned to him and said,
