The gate collapsing was the one belonging to the perverted Chameleon. That also meant the terrain surrounding it had never originally belonged to the gate either, and had only been there because of the Chameleon. As if someone had taken thread and needle to sew two different terrains together, then dropped the Chameleon right in the middle of it.
Perhaps the nature of the spirit world had created this phenomenon, or perhaps it had simply responded to my presence. There was no way for me to know.
But what I did know was that the battle was not over. I stretched my limbs and walked closer to the canyon, rolling the stiffness out of my shoulders as I went. Then I launched myself into the air. The leap carried me through an immense height before I landed on the edge of the cliff and stared down at the other side.
