The wind roared in Kyle's ears as he plummeted three hundred feet through the misty spray of the Obsidian Falls. The thunder of tumbling water echoed off the sheer cliff walls, masking the sound of his descent.
Below, the five Obsidian Spine-Stalkers lay sprawled across the mossy rocks surrounding the ancient brass gate. Their three-foot crystal tail-spikes pulsed with a deep, violet spatial light, casting eerie geometric shadows across the wet stone.
[Distance to impact: eighty feet,] Snow's voice chimed with pristine clarity. [Host velocity: high. Recommending kinetic dampening via Abyssal Talon Manifest.]
Kyle focused his mana.
**[Abyssal Talon Manifest]**
The dark shadow-essence wrapped tight around his right leg, transforming his boot into a heavy, razor-edged claw of condensed void-energy.
Fifty feet. Thirty feet.
