The Exiled Alpha
It is made from the dust of human bones mixed with some sort of concoction.
I look behind me, and I can still see the metal fencing behind the crowd. It is not very far.
“Have any of you tried to escape the boundary? It’s just rocks,” I say as the crowd yells profanity at us. Daniel scoffs in response.
“Those rocks are not myths, the closer you get to them, it’s like your brain begins to melt,” Daniel tells me.
“We tried, believe me,” Isaac confirms, and I sigh. How are we going to get out of this?
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