Zhraa had bolted in the same panic that had driven Lyrkon, his small frame barely visible as he disappeared into the underbrush. Vex, ever the restless one, had been caught between two worlds: the hunger that gnawed at his belly and the fear that clung to his skin. He’d fled the storm, but the storm had left him no choice but to run again. And as the last of the meteors dimmed, the creatures knew that tomorrow would be their own to shape, their own to live in. The world wasn’t still. It was waiting.
Day 21
World Recap: Day 22
