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"Sam, is Kristen hiding because she doesn't want to donate her bone marrow to me?" Violet asked pitifully. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Samuel ruffled her hair affectionately. "Don't worry. It's just leukemia. Even if Kristen doesn't donate her bone marrow to you, I'll search the entire country to find you a match." Violet pouted and said, "My body didn't show any signs of rejection upon receiving Kristen's bone marrow. The doctor said he's never seen two people with such a high level of compatibility."

In just a few moments, everyone had come together to distribute the bones of the mouse. Alex noticed faint bone patterns on the mouse bone demon as well. They weren’t golden but a whitish-grey instead. He could tell that the power within these bone patterns was far less potent than the ones on Shirley, let alone any of the bone patterns of those two gigantic bone demons he encountered. Zendaya handed Alex a bone, which consisted of five bone patterns. It was considered one of the bones that had more patterns than the others. The patterns seemed to be made out of a rare type of language.

"Bones. And they aren't animal bones." He kicks a small cluster, which practically turn to dust at the touch. I recoil, my stomach turning over as I come to terms with what that means. That's a person, like myself or Marek or Tai. And by how quickly those bones fell away to nothingness tells me that whoever that person was, I may not have even been born in their time. "The sand is powder," Marek notes grimly, kneeling down to pinch some between his fingers. When he looks back up at me, his stinging blue gaze strikes me. "Like ground down bone."

I’m tired of all of this. Shaking her head, she let out a breath, trying to compose herself before looking straight ahead. The street outside the beach was punctured with brown sands. There were houses lining in rows and flags waving in poles as tall as her. A loud neigh caught her attention. She turned to look at an elegant carriage dragged by a Shorne. It’s a four-legged creature similar to a horse but instead of a skin, it has dark mists surrounding its body, dancing like flames in its visible bones. Its wide-set skeletal eyes, reflecting Z distortedly, made her take a step back.

“Whatever was held here… didn’t die.” The group spreads our, spacing their bodies instinctively. The hush inside the clearing thickens, muffling every exhale. As if the world beyond the rings is stuffed with cotton. That’s when the bones begin to hum. Not with sound. It’s a vibration again. Felt just under the skin, like phantom bees trapped in marrow. Erik winces, rubbing his forearm. “Feels like ants crawling.” “Yeah,” Chris mutters, flexing his shoulders. “Static under the ribs.”

But I kept running until I fully reached the exit. My jaw dropped to the floor as I stepped into what looked like another courtyard. But the horrors lay on the ground, littered with pale, weathered bones. The moonlight had even made them look luminous. I crouched and touched one of the bones, and I was sure it was a human bone. There were skulls cracked open like eggshells. Ribs poking through the dirt like brittle fence posts. My stomach tightened as I felt bile rising to the back of my throat.

It was quite unbelievable. Even more unbelievable was the fact that this was a palace ruin. The luminescent objects were bony remains. Everywhere around this palace were scattered bones, scintillating with white light. They seemed like jade. He remembered the Rogue Immortals in the Human Realm. There were the remains of dead Rogue Immortals!

I try to breathe slow, because slow sometimes fools the pain into blinking. It doesn’t blink. Bone peels. The best I can do to describe it is this: imagine your skeleton is a shirt you’ve been wearing your whole life and somebody tells it to turn inside out while you’re still in it. There’s a ripping sound you can’t hear and a lot of little snaps you can. The Wolf loves this part. He pants happily under my ribs, tail beating at the notion of afterward. He does not acknowledge that during has teeth too.

He wrapped it tight, his face grey, his lips pressed into a thin line. “We’re close,” Kaden said, feeling the tether pulse. “She’s just past those trees.” The Bone-Thicket loomed before them, massive and wrong. The trees weren’t trees anymore. They were bones, massive femurs and ribs thrust into the ground like fence posts. The branches were fingers, reaching and grasping. And between them, in the shadows, things moved. “Stay close,” Kael whispered. “Don’t look at them directly. Don’t answer if they call your name.”