When Cocoa shouted his warning, I raised my head, and what do you know? The pack of almost a hundred dogs attacking the structure Elenora built was hauling ass away without even looking back. From what I could see just a few breaths before the glowing chains on my arms vanished, they were heading straight toward the exact settlement we wanted to reach.
And then suddenly, the sun—which had disappeared and hadn't shown its face to us for a very long time—appeared right above our heads. Notice I'm not saying it's rising; the sun here isn't going through that motion of slowly revealing its crimson tones and then its warm yellow. It just pops up out of nowhere, exactly like a traffic ticket issued months ago showing up in the mail.
"How are we holding up, people?"
