The Ridge
The Ridge is more than a landscape; it is the jagged spine of Zorhros, a wall of blackened granite and shifting shale that divides the survivors from the storms. For generations, it has served as the ultimate test for those who dare to ride the dust, a place where legends are forged in the silence of the high peaks.
The Ridge is a training ground.
The Ridge does not forgive mistakes. Its stone faces are sharp, its drop-offs brutal, and its winds have a habit of testing anyone foolish enough to ride them.
Young riders start on bulky training skivs — slower, heavier boards built for scraped knees, bad turns, and first lessons in courage. But every kid on the Ridge dreams of graduating to a sleek racing skiv, the kind older riders use to catch thermals, carve between cliffs, and fly through places where wheels, feet, and ordinary machines would fail.
Out in the Wastelands, ridge riding is not just a sport. It is a dare with an audience.
Riders carve through red canyons, blast across geyser fields, and skim the broken edges of the Ridge, where one wrong lean can send them into dust, stone, or worse. Sand avalanches roar down the cliffs without warning. Heat vents burst from the ground like the planet itself is trying to throw them off course.
To race a skiv, you need balance, nerve, and just enough bad judgment to think you can outrun the Wastelands.
And no one knows that better than Kailum Boone of Hope Bay and Dane Torvak of Bel Hallow.
One is a scrapyard kid raised on grit, instinct, and survival. The other comes from wealth, status, and a world far above the dust. Since childhood, they have pushed each other, challenged each other, and become the best riders their two worlds could produce.
But out here, money does not make you faster. It does not make you braver. And it certainly does not make you a better skiv rider.
Out here, only skill matters.
Most riders chase the finish line.
The great ones survive what comes before it.
And somewhere between the danger, the speed, and the years of rivalry, something begins to shift between Kailum and Dane—something neither of them ever saw coming.