The Sharpshooter drew her bow. Ready? Ethan pressed X.
He pressed X.
They formed a single creature. A monster made of forgotten things.
“You’ve been in that desert for three hours,” she’d said.
Outside, the sky was the same amber as the PSP’s dying light.
Luiza’s name appeared at the top.
The Paladin walked automatically now. Ethan wasn’t pressing anything. The sprite moved east through the flowers, toward a tree he’d never seen before—a massive, gnarled thing with leaves the color of rust.
But something was wrong.
