The Path Ahead

An eerie twinkling and piercing metallic dissonance filled the air. The cloudy energies of the rift swirled about them; wispy eddies of shades from crimson to gold, predominated by crimson and violet. The crunching of the crystalline path as the proceeded was piercing to the ears, while making quick work of the soles of their boots. The ozone scent of the rift was not unknown to them, but it was overwhelmingly powerful. They pressed onward, following the only path laid out in the eerie waste. The sorcerer was ahead, they would find him. The end neared for he or them.