The wind howled against the cliffside, sharp and relentless, carrying with it the briny scent of the sea. Standing at the edge of Virencia, Luke took in the breathtaking sight before him—where land and ocean met in a sheer drop, a natural stone wall separating the empire from the vast, unending waters of the west.
Unlike the gently sloping beaches he had imagined, Virencia's coast was abrupt and imposing, a jagged cliffside that stretched far in both directions. Below, waves crashed violently against the rocks, white foam spraying into the air with each impact. The water, a deep blue with hints of silver under the light, stretched endlessly into the horizon, where the sun was beginning its descent.
It was a sight unlike anything he had seen before in this world.
