I lay awake in my bed, staring at the obsidian ceiling and waiting. The vow had been silent for too long now, months without it teleporting me somewhere, and that worried me. Like a trap waiting to activate, the silence felt intentional, as if it was gathering strength for something worse than dropping me outside the barrier around three Corruptors.
My yo-yo twirled between my fingers, it was a small comfort against the thought that next time, I might end up somewhere I couldn't find my way back from.
Months had passed since I'd found myself for the second time in the wasteland, facing down monsters that were the topic of every nightmare in Argent. I'd survived then, but luck had been on my side.
Argent had been clearly visible on the horizon, the massive spire guided me home. But what if next time, I wasn't so fortunate? What if the vow decided to drop me on the other side of the wasteland, with no spire in sight?
