Chapter 35 When The World Took A Breath And Did Not Exhale

• The boundary screamed like it was alive.
• Not sound. Not exactly. It was pressure and heat and vibration all at once, ripping through my bones and rattling my teeth until I tasted copper and thought, stupidly, that my fillings might shatter. The glowing line on the ground flared so bright it washed the valley in white, trees bending inward as if bracing for impact.
• The massive shape in the fog stopped.