Five minutes later, Class Fortis was in position along the edge of the stone canyon.
The wind was deafening. Dust stung Riven's exposed skin like tiny needles as he crouched on a narrow stone shelf fifteen feet above the canyon floor.
Below him, Caster was hammering the last rune stone into a deep crack in the cliff wall, his hands glowing with a soft, pale light as his Structure Affinity bonded the runes directly into the canyon's mana veins.
"Done!" Caster yelled over the roaring wind, hurrying back up the loose dirt slope. His boots slid twice on the shifting rock before Riven reached down, grabbed him firmly by the collar of his shirt, and hauled him up onto the shelf with one easy motion.
"Watch your footing, Caster," Riven grunted, letting go instantly and turning his eyes back toward the upper mouth of the pass.
