The trip from the scorching Western Wastes to the fog-shrouded peaks of the Southern Abyss took two weeks of steady travel.Here the sky stayed a permanent, bruised indigo. Gnarled iron-bark trees clung to black stone cliffs, and the air carried a heavy, humid chill, salt, wet copper, and decaying mana.Unlike the desert or the open plains, the Southern Abyss was broken ground, the Grand Trench, a colossal fracture in the earth running thousands of miles into the roaring sea.At the edge of a cliff over the fog-choked canyon, a wooden wagon sat parked under an old iron-bark tree.Sophia sat by the campfire on a smooth stone, boiling mountain tea, a thick grey cloak over her leather gear, hair tied back. A set of military maps lay pinned under river stones beside her."The third seal's not in a city or a fortress," she said over the hiss of the kettle. "Old imperial logs put the Seal of the Deep at the floor of the Trench, five miles under sea level, inside the Sunken Temple of Leviath