"My god," Kael whispered, dropping his pack. "It’s a fracture."
Ahead of them, the sky met the ground, but not in a flat line. The horizon jagged upward, folding over itself like a closing book. To the left, a river of crystallized blue mineral flowed, but halfway up the ridge, the river split . One half continued forward; the other bent ninety degrees upward, defying gravity, cascading into a sky that looked suspiciously like a reflection of the ground. confluence fold section
“Fold,” she whispered, and bent the map along the dry riverbed of the Veriditas. The old vellum creaked. Where the fold crossed the Confluence, the ink of the three rivers overlapped, turning a deep, liquid green. "My god," Kael whispered, dropping his pack