Atop a tower crafted alongside the imposing walls designed to endure the relentless onslaught from the distant rift, a solitary figure stood, framed by the towering merlons.
The fortress served as a sanctuary, although it harbored not only soldiers but also civilians—mostly families of the guards or curious adventurers—risking the perils that loomed beyond.
Between two embrasures, the girl stood, her hands resting on the stone, golden eyes fixated on the foreboding rift throbbing with an ethereal fire energy. Its depths were so captivating, beckoning her to the edge despite the imminent danger.
The symphony of roars and screeches from the rift's edge blended with the strong gusts that whipped her hair about. "It's not safe to linger here, girl," a deep voice echoed nearby. Nebula cast a sidelong glance at the soldier, but her attention remained fixed on the distant horizon.
