"Myrial's duplication spells are something else, aren't they?" Bolortseseg giggled.
"You can't keep that photo!"
The rotting, greyed world was a depressing sight Bluberia hadn't prepared me for. Still, I trudged forward; the scanner told me that there was a concentration of Gemium ahead of me.
"So, what exactly is this Everlive stuff you talked about?"
"It's a state-of-the-art device meant for easier analysis of the chemical composition of the area."
"Have a look at this, Everlive." The fishy person gestured at what looked like a simplified color wheel.
don't know what happened between the creature yanking the dagger out and me waking up in a bed — I probably passed out of the pain — but by now I was certain that this could, somehow, get worse.
I thought that being stranded on a boat with a dagger stuck in my stomach was the worst it could get. The boat tipping over and tossing me into the freezing water was simply expediting the inevitable.
Air filled my lungs when it should not have. My hands went to my stomach despite the paralyzed left arm.
"This isn't my body." Bronwyn looked at me. "Why is this not my body? What did you do this time?"