The point activated beneath her hand. Light spread through the rune-marked stone before transferring into the node she held. The glow settled a moment later, a quiet confirmation of the claim.
Fourth reference point.
Grace exhaled slowly, the breath misting in the cool forest air.
This world was strange.
That thought had followed her since the moment she woke up inside the body of Grace Light.
She still could not explain how she had transmigrated into her own novel.
She could not explain why the world felt more complete than anything she wrote, filled with textures and scents and echoes she had never put on the page.
She could not explain why people she created from her room and typed on her keyboard breathed, thought, and suffered in ways she never planned.
But this exam confirmed something she had not wanted to accept.
This battle royale was not from the published story.
It was one of her scrapped ideas.
