The Last Hunt: the broken omega
I tightened my grip on Kai’s hand, feeling his pulse steady beneath my palm, but the bond thrummed with an urgency that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.
“Kai…” I whispered, voice tight.
“Where are we?”
He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes scanned the horizon, calculating, measuring, remembering.
“This isn’t anywhere in our timeline,” he said finally.
“It’s… a projection. A simulation of everything that could go wrong.”
I shivered. The wind carried a smell I couldn’t place, iron, ash, and something metallic, almost alive. My Devourer stirred, coiling within me like a spring, wanting to consume the chaos before us, to feed on it, to obliterate it.
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