¬ Strome
The compass ticked against my palm. Seven points. One realm. The needle settled on the second, the letter 'D' shifting from silver to a dull, rusted brown. I watched it pulse once, twice, then go still.
A sudden gust of wind pulled at my coat.
The mountain peak bit into the sky like a blade turned edge-up. From where I sat, the world below was a patchwork of shadow and fading light, and not too far off was the territory of the dragon-kin.
A sour taste crippled my tongue. My frown hardened.
I had just arrived at this realm and I already had to change locations. Just so I could get rid of that creature's stench.
Before that…
Stacia stood three paces before me, silent.
A second Stacia stood to the left, near the edge of the cliff. This one was still as stone, her hands clasped at her stomach, her eyes fixed on the ground.
A copy of hers. One of the multiple she was capable of creating and controlling at will.
