And On And On We'll Go Through The Wastelands นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"His mind is sick. It's not him." "It feels like him," Sayler whispered. "It hurts." I reached out, ignoring the burn of the silver as I brushed his hair back. "I know, baby. I know." *** The tank stopped an hour later. When the door opened, the air that rushed in was hot, dry, and smelled of sulfur and decay. "Get out," Nash commanded. Two mercenaries hauled us to our feet and dragged us down the ramp. We were standing on the edge of a vast wasteland. The Deadlands.

I couldn’t let one stupid person that wanted to destroy me stop me from moving forward. Riley chirped again. So I followed. The sand beneath my feet was dry and pale—not like the beaches of Moon Shadow, but coarse, almost silver. The sky overhead was too red. No clouds. No wind. Just silence. We walked for what felt like an hour, the landscape never changing. Barren. Empty. The kind of place that feels forgotten. The kind of place you’re not sure is even part of the world anymore. Then I realized where I was. “The Crimson Waste,” I whispered.

A few more minutes and we are in the car heading to our resort in Batangas. I still can't move on that Dad offered us to spend time there. "Would you like to open the windshield?" Turning my face subtly to peek at Jaz. "Sounds nice.. okay.." Wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes as she smiled. It's good. Somehow, she becomes okay and doesn't think about the forced marriage allotted to her. [JAZ AMANDA] When I was with Anika, I forgot I had a severe problem on my way. My heart wants to jump for joy. I love being with her, and how I wish it could be forever.

Kai, his newfound knowledge deemed invaluable, was chosen to lead the mission. Their journey was arduous. The unforgiving wastelands, a vast tapestry of scorching sand dunes and jagged rock formations, tested their physical and mental resilience. The ever-present threat of sandstorms and predatory creatures added to the tension. Finally, after weeks of relentless travel, they reached the location described by the nomads. There, amidst the desolate landscape, stood the black obelisk, a dark monolith that seemed to absorb the light around it.

Knox and I got into the car. In the rearview mirror, Jared stood there dazed, engulfed in exhaust fumes. Knox always drove very fast, but whenever he was driving me, the ride would always be smooth and steady. He turned the music down and kept glancing at the rearview mirror. "Princess," he said softly. "You're not going to abandon me again this time, are you?" I didn't answer him. I just turned my head and studied him.

When the show ended, heavy rain poured down, washing away all the filth and ugliness. A rainbow stretched across the horizon. I understood then that whatever didn’t kill me would only make me stronger. Now that I had a new life, there was no need to be chained to the past. I was no longer someone who stayed still. I would keep moving forward because only then could I find more beautiful scenery. My future was full of endless possibilities.

This is a perfectly clean land of Styx, where the end of sorrow is loneliness and misery. I don't know how long I walked but it was probably a long time after that, I didn't feel tired but I didn't want to go on. I sat down and started looking around, the scenery outside was crappy, just sand and sand. Here, I can only be friends with the sand, be friends with the wind, and be friends with myself.

I couldn't help but say, "You should laugh while you still can. Once you regret this, you won't be laughing anymore." Calum's brow furrowed. "What are you even talking about? What do we have to regret? Stop talking nonsense." Why would they regret it? Because the demolition was fake, and they had just driven away a son worth hundreds of millions over something that didn't even exist.

They were united in their mission, understanding the weight of their choices and the consequences they carried. The desolate desert wind was unyielding, scattering grains of sand into the air, a constant irritant against Gideon and Tanner's skin as they came to an abrupt stop. Yorgan was yanked and tossed from the van, landing with a grunt on the parched earth, a stark reminder of the isolated wasteland they were in.

But I simply gripped the lunchbox and walked straight to the trash can. I turned to glance at Nyra, who seemed confused, and then threw the box in the trash. With a loud clatter, Nyra's eyes immediately turned red. She choked on her words and asked me why I did that. I replied coldly, "Your actions are affecting my life." Nyra stood there, dazed. "I just wanted to be nice to you. I don't want to divorce you." I remained unmoved. "Stop wasting your time. There's no future for us."