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“That’s the extent of your status! What is the throne worth to those of us who are searching for the Path of God? Let alone the Emperor of America, even if it is the throne of the world’s emperor, so what?” “I might as well tell you the truth. In fact, the world that we’re now in is very small and by ancient terms, it’s called the Wasteland! Do you know what the Wasteland means? It means that this is a place abandoned by the ancient people, a place that only accounts for less than one ten-thousandth of the central world . There’s a larger world on the other side of the ancient force field.” What? The crowd was dumbfounded upon hearing it.

Reya’s POV The Bleak Border The mouth of the Wastelands yawned like an open wound against the horizon. No landmarks—no trees, no rivers, just endless gray dust and drifting embers. I inhaled the smoldering air, tasting ash on my tongue. It clung to my skin, to my blood, like a curse I welcomed. “No backup,” I whispered. My breath trembled in my throat, but I stepped forward anyway. Alpha Tristan’s voice still lingered: If I die, finish this—for them.

He nodded, staring out at the trees flashing by as we left the pack’s safe borders behind. We drove in silence for a few hours until finally we reached the outskirts of the wastelands. The lush greenery had disappeared and been replaced with barren cracked earth, long dried-up trees standing like skeletons against the moon. A thick fog covered the ground and I slowed my SUV down to a crawl. While we drove we found a couple of old buildings with some people in them. “This place always makes me nervous,” Lysander mumbled. I gave him a wry look. “Keep your ears open. We don’t know who’s listening.”

The campfire at the edge of the Obsidian Plateau was a lonely, flickering eye in a world that was rapidly turning to ash. It didn’t crackle with the cheerful snap of pine or cedar; instead, it hissed as the grey dust of the Wastelands drifted into the embers, turning the flames a sickly, necrotic green. Around the fire, the silence was a physical weight, a suffocating shroud that made every breath feel like a labor.

The sun hadn’t risen fully when they drove out—just a bleeding line of orange over the horizon. Behind them, the new world stirred. Children ran barefoot through dusty streets. Wolves patrolled the borders, teeth bared and rifles slung. Smoke rose from cooking fires—not battles. Laughter could be heard, here and there, like light cutting through the cracks of a long-closed door. But outside those walls… chaos still lived. Emma gripped the map tightly as they passed into the wastelands beyond the city. Each marked location was a ticking time bomb. She didn’t know what waited for them out there.

Tristan: The outside is the same as I remember it. The sky is dark-red, with massive black clouds. Hiding behind the clouds is the sun, though it's hardly much more than just a pale yellow circle. Looking around, I see nothing more than miles and miles of a barren wasteland, litter with signs of what the planet used to be like. There are rusted cars everywhere, anything even remotely useful taken long ago. Fallen logs and twigs cover most of the bare dirt. The roads themselves can hardly be called roads anymore such most of them are gone, leaving giant gaps.

“I’m hunting.” Two hundred warriors followed her into the storm. They rode hard and fast, the horses skimming across the mud-soaked terrain like shadows. Lightning split the sky above them as they reached the edge of the Wastes—barren, cursed lands where even the air felt wrong. “This place reeks of old magic,” Keira whispered, gagging slightly. “Can you feel it?” Aria nodded grimly. “Like bones cracking under your skin.” The ruined temple stood like a corpse in the distance, jagged and half-swallowed by the earth. As they approached, wolves howled—low, haunting cries that sent ice through Aria’s veins.

Amelia didn't feel like teasing anyone at that moment and looked away: "It's nothing, just felt like I wasn't as professional as you." "I liked reading." The young man looked at her for a while, then smiled: "Cursed Wasteland didn't have much else, but there were a lot of records about unofficial history and interesting stories. After all, it was a place abandoned by the immortal sects, so it wasn't hard to learn about it." There's nothing wrong with that if you don't think about it, but Amelia did think: "Cursed Wasteland, you read books?" Places like that, the evil spirits were just everyday stuff.

Whether it was a sanctuary or a war zone, it was the only place we had left to go. The landscape around us grew more desolate with each passing hour. The ground was cracked and barren, the sky a dull gray that seemed to stretch on forever. There were no signs of life—no animals, no plants, nothing but the endless wasteland. It felt like the world itself had given up, like it had stopped caring whether we lived or died. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the ground, we finally saw it. New Haven.

Zane showed up at the last minute, so I at least know that Mina and Levi won’t be completing the rest of their plan. Now, I’m stuck inside this fucking crystal ball in some weird ass prison world. The sky is blood red. The ground is dusty like a desert, but instead of tan colored, it’s red. There are old western styled buildings that are falling apart. It’s as if I stepped into an abandoned old west town in some alternate reality.