The area surrounding the chasms and the land bridge possessed a rather strange topography.
This broken wasteland had been created as a result of the expansion of the world due to the inception of the God Ash and Mana.
At the world expanded, the land began to change.
In some places, it broke, in others it coalesced and ballooned.
In this case, however, it was a bit of a mix of both.
Numerous ridges or arching 'spires' jutted out towards the entrance of the chasms from both sides, like the teeth of some lovecraftian eldritch atrocity.
The wind howled as Cain stood on the teeth of such a spire, overlooking the burning wreckage that had become of the world. The humans had already begun their retreat, but they still kept up the tempo, constantly releasing artillery and spells into the air.
The exchange of firepower continued unrelenting...
A thunderous bolt of magic lit up the dark sky as it barrelled towards them.
