The first thing I felt was the cold wind followed closely by the feeling of a solid surface under my feet. The darkness had faded, replaced by a scene completely different from the mountains but just as unique and strange.
"I think I preferred the mountains," Sandra muttered as she gazed at our surroundings.
A barren wasteland of rock that seemed to stretch into the distance, covered by dark clouds charged with thick streaks lighting and covering the sky completely, casting the land below in near darkness. It was unpleasant to say the least, though the strangest things were the pillars that dotted the land, stretching up into the clouds themselves, some looking to be small while others looked so thick that it would take hours to circular it.
