Chapter 89: Primordial Hunt Begins
From Kaiser’s Perspective:
The sun had barely finished rising over the horizon when I cracked my eyes open.
Golden rays seeped through the wooden panels of the cabin, the scent of pine still hanging in the air. Morning had arrived—quiet and unbothered. Not like last night.
I stretched in the chair by the window, my spine cracking like firewood under weight. A deep exhale escaped my lungs.
Then I turned to see Lucas passed out on the table.
Drool? Check.
Arm hanging off like a corpse? Check.
Snoring like a dying animal? Definitely check.
After all we talked about last night—the crests, Elfie, hell itself—this guy just sleeps like he’s on vacation. Typical.
What a hassle.
I moved through the cabin, each footstep light, silent. Habit. You never know when the world decides it hates you again. Walking past the creaky boards and scuffed floors, I reached the hallway when I saw her.
Celia.