Day One: Leaving Death Valley
The cave entrance was behind them now, sealed with a spatial barrier Lianhua had created with her new abilities—a shimmer of void butterflies that would prevent anyone from stumbling into their former sanctuary.
Cang stood at the forest's edge, breathing in air that didn't taste of ancient death and dragon bones. The wilderness stretched before them—dense, primordial, filled with the sounds of beasts that had never seen human civilization.
Perfect.
"We need to move carefully," he said, adjusting the dimensional ring on his finger. He'd stored most of their valuable herbs and artifacts, but they were still essentially naked except for makeshift clothing he'd fashioned from his stored robes.
Lianhua stood beside him wearing even less—just scraps of fabric barely covering her breasts and pussy, more decoration than actual clothing. Her tail swished behind her, the void butterfly mark on her back visible and pulsing faintly.
