Novel & Cerita The Waste Land Book

Elara pov ​The Wastelands didn't kill me, but they stripped away everything that was left of Elara Vance. ​For the first three nights after the rejection, the bond-severance felt like a physical rot. I crawled through the mud of the neutral territories, a stretch of no-man’s-land between the Blackwood forest and the smog-choked human outskirts. My skin had turned a sickly, translucent gray, and my heart stuttered in a chest that felt hollowed out by a hot iron.