The Abandoned Luna's Return
Silas said, his obsidian blades sliding from his wrists with a metallic hiss.
"Silas, no!" Sarah, the Pack’s second-in-command, grabbed his arm. "That’s not the world anymore. There’s no air, no gravity. You’ll be 'Un-Rendered' the second you step off the grass!"
"I’m a 'Shadow-Asset', remember?" Silas said, a grim smile touching his lips. "I was born in the 'Recycle Bin'. I know how to navigate the 'Empty Space'."
He looked back at Elara. She was trembling, the weight of the mountain crushing her. If the clock reached zero, she would be the last thing left—a Goddess of nothing.