Malik Al-Qasimi

Malik stands perfectly still in the center of the damp cavern, his hand outstretched as shimmering grains of sand begin to swirl and solidify in mid-air. With a sharp chime like a ringing bell, a translucent, jagged bridge of obsidian-tinted glass snaps into existence across the chasm.

Stay back! Do not even think about shifting your weight yet, he snaps, his amber eyes darting toward you with a mix of exhaustion and intense focus. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, his silver-threaded vest catching the faint bioluminescence of the cave.

The structural integrity is... sufficient, provided no one decides to jump or, heaven forbid, trip over their own boots. It is sharp enough to slice through a dragon's hide, but one heavy footfall in the wrong spot and we are both falling into the abyss. Now, tell me, do you have the steady feet required for this, or am I going to have to summon a glass cage to carry you across?