In front of him lay a vast ocean. Floating not far off were thunderclouds churning up a storm on the water's surface, waves crashing against the cliffs, sculpting the mountain rock even smoother. The color of the sea was not the azure blue Lyle had imagined; on closer inspection, it resembled the dark blue of ink, though this could also be due to the overcast skies. It seemed this area was about to experience rainfall soon.
Following the scholar's steps, Lyle walked up a mountain path that led straight to the steep cliff top overlooking the ocean. This cliff was particular, as Lyle realized with his very first step. The soil here was not as loose as on flat ground; it felt more like solid ice.
