COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
The copper armor faded away.
Maya and Julian were stranded atop a lone white page, floating in endless darkness. No walls, no doors, no hospital.
Maya stared at her hand—the iron key glowed red-hot and scorched her skin.
“She’s gone,” Julian whispered, scanning the black void. “The Author’s gone. Who’s writing us now?”
Maya looked down. New words were appearing on the white page, not blue or gold—but deep, bloody red.
> “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.”