Damn The Author

The Forest of the Dead opened before us into a wide grassfield bathed in soft amber sunlight.

Tall golden stalks danced in the breeze. Wildflowers stretched lazily under open sky, and distant hilltops shimmered like melted glass.

After everything that happened before, it felt like stepping into another world entirely.

I took one breath.

Just one.

And realized how long I'd been holding it.

Then—

"We are finally out! Les go, baby!"

Nyx's voice cracked the silence like a firework, echoing across the field as he leapt from my shadow and ran circles around me.

I blinked.

He was actually skipping.