SUNLIGHT BEAT DOWN over the craggy hills. Like cracks in a furnace, the ruddy brown ravines radiated heat; billows of steam yawned lazily above hundreds of rifts.
Shielding his eyes, Alion gazed across the landscape. Right in front of him, the ground was mostly flat, rumpled by tiny crags and mounds. But in less than a mile it rose suddenly and towering hills sharp as glass stood in his way. Piled on top of one another, each hill grew thinner and thinner until they were more like red spires. Spires that blew hot steam from their cracks!
How was he supposed to get up there?
Written: 13 Nov 2015
Inspired: Alion from Romance of Three Jewels