They had been trapped in the book realm for what felt like a thousand years—surely their shared struggle warranted something to bind them in name as well as deed.
With the Crescent Pearl silent and lifeless around them, the companions turned to the question of survival.
It was only when the chaos passed that they realised the true cost. Time itself had slipped from their grasp. At a minimum, seven long months lost inside the Seal. However the environment of the Crescent Pearl suggested it may have been considerably longer.
In a moment that bent time and identity, Slate reached out to take a familiar hand—his own, though from another life entirely. As the two selves merged, memory and presence became one.
Amaedrianna found herself in her journey within the pages of this book. Sprinting across the rooftops of Vurduar, the city’s edges shrouded in familiar shadows. She wasn’t alone—Bantun, her childhood friend from long-forgotten escapades, ran beside her.
The party’s journey brought them to the edge of disaster, forcing a desperate escape that left them shaken and uncertain of how much they had truly lost.
This chapter began in motion—rooftops, memory, and a city cloaked in lawless shadows. What started as a simple chase turned out to be anything but, as one member of the group confronted long-buried truths from her past… and the pieces of herself she thought she had left behind.
This chapter began in motion—rooftops, memory, and a city cloaked in lawless shadows. What started as a simple chase turned out to be anything but, as one member of the group confronted long-buried truths from her past… and the pieces of herself she thought she had left behind.
The group arrived in a quiet grove just as the day gave way to dusk. What started as a peaceful moment quickly became something stranger, something layered and personal.
On the Crescent Pearl, the companions faced a choice: survival, or something greater. What began as a search for food and shelter grew into the first foundations of a home.