The Hidden Hybrid’s Redemption
Killian hissed, his voice regaining its sharp, tactical focus as he leaned out over the drop, ignoring the dizzying height.
High above the tip of the spire, where the upside-down city met the solid stone ceiling of our citadel's floorboards, three massive, black-iron rings were slowly uncoupling. With every sharp clack of a giant locking tooth sliding back, the ceiling above us—the very floor of our high hall, where three hundred of our people were still being evacuated—settled down by half an inch.
If the inverted spire dropped its weight completely, it wouldn't just tear itself free. It would drag the foundation of the Northern Citadel down into the abyss along with it.