Chapter 109: B2: C9: Late Winter
Four months after the death and revival of everything, which everyone knew as the Darkrun Apocalypse, Late Winter came around.
Zarian was officially a year older. If this was the old world, it would’ve been February, the month of Zarian’s birthday twenty-two years ago.
He hadn’t had many records of that time surrounding his arrival in the old world. He remembered how his records were dubious and messy while he grew up in the foster care system.
That had been the nature of his down-on-luck life, before the dark magic, before the portal. All because of his family’s accursed tradition. The males usually had to grow up poorly before getting their true power.
It was still 1532 of the Dark Era in Zarian’s new universe. Unlike the old one, the Infinita Star System counted a new year when Early Spring happened.
They weren’t that far away from reaching 1533.
Zarian had learned there were different customs for welcoming a new year depending on the world or area. In Corma, the World of Castles and Caverns, they held new year festivals throughout Early Spring.
Zarian’s people were already making plans for that back in Ride-or-Die Village. They were in a festive mood ever since they’d reached Late Winter.
He wasn’t currently back there to oversee anything. Instead, he was out on a solo trip further north-northwest of the village.