Kastrian Abyss

The ledge overhangs a vertical drop that yawns into darkness, its depths swallowed by an impossible chasm beneath Level 306 of the Kastrian dome. The sheer cliff face plates the Doctor and Sarah against the rough stone, their footing betraying them—crumbs of rock skitter into the black as the ledge groans under shifting weight. Sarah’s pulse spikes with the scent of rusted metal and ozone stitched through the stale dome air, her breath shallow against the vertigo of looking past Eldrad’s boots to the abyss below. The darkness pulls at their focus, refusing to reflect light, as though the void conspires to erase whatever falls into it. When Eldrad vanishes below, the moment hangs unnatural—sound cuts out entirely, as if the fall never ended, and the abyss hungers without echo.