Chapter 15: Learning The New World
Two hours had passed.
Kivas sat on a fallen tree, legs propped up, swaddled in makeshift bandages fashioned from her own regenerating clothing.
She leaned back against a trunk split by fire, eyes half-lidded, listening to the strange quiet of Vaingall's wilderness. The air smelled sharp and cold, like iron and burnt ether.
As of now, Samael had gone hunting.
Before she vanished into the treeline, Samael had promised food—after bluntly declaring that she wasn't going to let her "accursed Fateling" starve if she wanted answers. Not yet, anyway. Something about "If you die, I don't get to learn what you did to me."
That seemed to be the cornerstone of their temporary alliance.
And before Samael's departure, Kivas had since learned more about Fathomi. Or rather, she'd been told a few things.
A day is 24 hours, and a year is 365 days shared across 12 months of the same familiar name.
That alone was quite enough to make Kivas felt less disoriented in her brand new life experience.
"Basically Earth 2.0, with a massive update that added supernatural and weird law of physics."
Fathomi wasn't a world in the conventional sense—more like a cradle of existential density, a realm where things simply were, and remained.