Colin looked toward the edge of the cliff.
He recited a Spell and instantly cast [Misty Step] to appear beside the rock wall, then reached out to grab the thick vines clinging to it.
The moment his fingers touched the vines, waves of piercing pain surged through him. Colin felt as if a thousand knives were slicing into his palm at once.
With a series of ripping sounds, a large section of the vines was torn from the cliff face before gravity snapped it completely.
'Damn it…'
Colin cursed inwardly and flung away the vines he had torn off. His palm had been shredded by them.
Looking down, he saw Ale not far away, also falling.
'I'd better stay away from the cliff face. If I land on a ledge, I'm done for.'
As he thought this, Colin used [Misty Step] again to Teleport to Ale's side.
The silvery mist from the Teleport had yet to fade when the white fog of the chasm rushed in to meet him.
