Sera and Myia surged forward inside the swirling poison bubble, the toxic sphere cutting across the endless, shimmering wasteland with frightening speed.
The sun above bore down harshly, its heat clashing with the cold air brushing their skin. For long moments neither of them spoke, their eyes fixed ahead, as though sheer determination could force the horizon to come closer.
But soon enough, the bubble slowed, and Sera narrowed her eyes. Something felt wrong.
The wasteland stretched the same way it had before, but when the poisonous veil peeled back and the two of them stepped out, Myia froze. Her lips trembled slightly.
"Sera… this place…"
Sera clenched her fists, her gaze sweeping the land. The cracked rocks, the swirling hot wind, even the same broken pillar they had passed earlier. It was all there no single change . Her stomach dropped. Fear coarsed through her spines.
"We're back where we started."Myia muttered in terror.
