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Chapters (66)
  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

From demons, fox people, gods, and other strange beings to toxic worlds and other hellish dimensions, I've barely had a moment to catch my breath. And now? If we don't get these plants in time, I'm going to die.

I swallow hard, closing my eyes as I try to get a hold of myself.

Inhale. Exhale.

My heart is pounding in my chest, my anxiety poking its head at the most inopportune moment. Reality dims until all I can hear is my erratic pulse.

"You may not, but Cerenios and I do," Ze replies with a huff.

I take a deep breath, holding onto his voice as I attempt to hold onto my sanity.

"It's part of their military training," Thea whispers.

My eyes flare up with renewed hope just as I succeed in calming myself.

"You do?" I squeak, all but jumping out of my chair. "Then what should we do first? Where to?"

I don't say, however, what I'm really thinking—we have to do something before I become a slave to my emotions and dangerous thoughts again. I force a smile on my face so they don't see the turmoil inside of me. The less time I have to overthink, the better.

Cer spreads out a map on the table, pressing the palms of his hands onto the edges to hold it in place. The illustration is nothing like the high-resolution maps you can find in my world. The design is more antiquated, with mountains depicted by raised peaks, water by wavy lines, and other elements in a basic composition that reminds me of ancient parchment maps.

"We're here." Cer points to a spot on the far right of the map. There are drawings of trees all around, indicating a large forest.

"The host said P'davi is an intermediary realm. What exactly is that?"

"It is a buffer zone between worlds. These realms were specifically created to avoid conflicts," Ze replies. "It is why their atmosphere is poisonous for all who trespass, so that it would prevent the imperialistic ambitions of certain worlds."

"But how come there were other species in my world? Like the foxes? Or the other furred people?" And how the hell do humans not know about their existence? How are we coexisting with such different species without realizing it?

Ze's lips flatten in displeasure.