Ch. 21 Zephyr's Secrets

This is a continuation of the Apocalypse Saga

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Zephyr grew cold at night. The mountain air was tight in Akashi’s throat, and his skin grew colder than it already was. Rain began to fall, but as the streets became colder and darker, it shifted to snow. Akashi adjusted his hat and straightened out his coat as he leaned against the hotel. He knew Seijun would be back eventually, but for now it was just him and Brahman. Akashi thought he was still upstairs, but as he breathed out a sigh of vapor, Brahman spoke up next to him,

“You feel that? In the air?” He asked.

“Feel what? It’s cold. This city feels weird, I guess. What else?”

“It does, but that’s not all. There’s something else. Tune your abilities, my friend.” Lou implored.

Akashi let his vision blur into the middle distance as he felt the threads of the world around him fluctuate. There it was. He felt what Lou was talking about. Hiding in that strange feeling that was poking at him was a voice.

The undead champion comes to Zephyr…

It whispered on the wind. Akashi looked up from the sidewalk square he had focused in on, “Hello?” He called out. The streets were barren. He looked around, trying to find anyone who may have spoken, but there was no one. Just him and the Brahman.

A keen dead man…

Akashi turned to Lou, “What is that?”

Come find me, dead one. Come, come…

The voice continued to sing to him. The strange thing was how the voice was drawing him in. He could feel where it was coming from. It wanted him. His life force. His power. His ability. But for what? The wind gusted so hard that Akashi stumbled forward. As he stumbled, he pulled his revolver loose and recovered standing in the middle of the street. The lights behind him went dark. The only path was forward. He looked over his shoulder at Lou.

Lou frowned, “Trouble,” he replied, “the kind of trouble you don’t want, but… I think you need. Didn’t hear it from me, but I say follow the voice. I know you’ll be fine. I’ll be right behind you, my friend.”

“This is weird, Brahman. You know that, right?”

“Do you know the definition of normal, Mr. Pacè?” Brahman beamed as he stepped off the sidewalk and joined Akashi in the street, “Let’s get a move on. There’s something you need to see.”

Akashi shook his head, “Fine. You got me. But if something happens to me, I’m blaming you.”

Lou didn’t reply. He only nodded and grinned as Akashi walked off. Together they trudged through the frigid, barren streets. Then, they disappeared from any curious eyes under a flickering streetlight. As the light flickered out, thunder roared overhead, and the snow picked up into a flurry.

“Where are you leading me?” Akashi asked the darkness. There was no reply, except for his and Lou’s breathing. Akashi continued forward, following the lights that flickered into nothing as they came closer. They led them down curving roads, and cramped alleyways. He tried calling out to the voice again, but it didn’t answer him. His only company was the ever-silent Lou standing behind him, his looming form quietly observing, hands behind his back as the world unfolded before him. Until they made it to the end of the path.

Akashi stood, staring at an old regal building. It was an ancient building of stone with grand columns and steep steps leading up to grand double doors. The sign outside read, Zephyr Museum of Historical Balance.

“Sounds interesting,” Akash said, “Let’s have a look.”

“I’ll wait here.” Lou replied with a polite decline.

Akashi shrugged and obliged. His body dissolved to smoke, and he seeped through the security gate. He roiled up the museum’s stairs and through the crack in the large double doors. The building was regal. He would’ve guessed it was a government house of parliament or council or something of the sort - maybe even a more modern take on a holy place. Maybe even an emperor of olds summer home or a lord’s manor.

Materializing inside the building, Akashi kept his gun drawn and lurked around the building. It was a huge museum lined with artifacts and art. But it was silent.

“So now that I’m here, you don’t want to talk?” He asked.

A hot breeze gusted through him in response.

Akashi continued his walk, following the breeze. He passed by chunks of old rock labeled as parts of an ancient temple built into the mountainside. Footprints of infamous royalty. Paintings that told the stories of the wars and revolutions of Zephyr. Then, he made it into an interesting part of history. A part labeled The Last King of Zephyr.

“So…” He hummed as he read the tale displayed before him in big bold letters. “Let’s see here... Before the followers of balance, there was a king here who demanded the full devotion of his people. His rule corrupted the very lands as they had settled on a – a place of power that – oh. Oh, shit.” As Akashi let out a surprised gasp, a vicious laughter filled the museum. The building rocked and shuddered, and Akashi lost his footing.

Finish.

The voice returned and commanded Akashi from the darkness. Emergency lights activated throughout the building. Akashi caught his balance on the wall and looked down at another plaque in front of the statue of the king of legend. His eyes skimmed the end of the passage, but refused to say the words out loud. He knew now what was beckoning him.

“The king…” He whispered. The statue was of a man in regal clothing. It still had some color even after hundreds of years. Signs of deep reds and assorted green accents. His eyes were made of marble, but the rest was painted stone. He wore a crown of bone. Each bone had an ancient language etched into it. His face was filled with wrinkles where a human typically wouldn’t have any. His ears drooped low, down to his shoulders, which had spikes atop them. Akashi wasn’t sure if those were of armor, or the king’s own body.

“The king was a fiend… god’s above… below… everywhere. Gods above, the last king of Zephyr was a fiend?”

And now you’ve come to me. Break your shackles to come under mine.

The voice made the building rumble. “No. Nope. Not doing this. I’m so not doing this.”

Akashi sprinted and stumbled through the museum as lights flickered, and the floors shook. Glass broke around him and lights blew out over his head. Finally, he fell through the door and rolled down the stairs, smashed through the gate – triggering another alarm – and landed face down on the sidewalk below with a heavy huff.

Snow began to land on him. It was an odd sensation as it never seemed to melt like it used to when he was alive. It just sat there until he wiped it away. He let out a deep sigh, “I’m so over this.”

Thunder rolled overhead, and he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Damn it, Brahman, what was that about?”

“How about you tell me?” It wasn’t Lou whose hand was lifting him off the ground. Akashi was suddenly face to face with Centu, and for the first time since they met, she looked livid with him. “What in the Fates above were you doing in there?” As she evoked their name, they twinkled high above. Clearly, they were watching with insatiable curiosity.

“Look, boss, I was following something. My gut –“

“No, you don’t follow your gut. You follow the plan. You follow the Fates, and you follow my will. Are we clear on that?” She was practically screaming at him. “Who told you to come here? Because it certainly wasn’t me! Who then?”

Akashi looked around and saw Lou across the street. He was leaning against the façade of a brick building, watching the argument unfold impassively. For a brief moment they made eye contact, then Akashi turned to look at Centu, “Part of picking me was knowing I could get things done, boss. No need to get all worked up now.”

“No. No. No.” She got in his face and lightning struck the museum, “You don’t tell me to calm down. You are my tool, you got that? I will not have you ruin this by being taken by the god damned god of the fiends! Do you realize that’s what you were doing? Do you even understand what you put at risk coming here?”

“I – I guess I didn’t – didn’t realize it was the fiend god that was knocking on the door. I just – look, let’s all just take a deep breath.”

Centu dusted her clothes off and opened her umbrella. She suddenly had her composure back. The switch flipped so quickly that it unsettled Akashi. “Listen, Akashi, we’re this close,” She held her fingers up with her free hand to demonstrate, “to stopping the end of the world. Don’t ruin it because you want to do your own thing – whatever it was that brought you here.”

“I don’t think that’s it though, is it?” Akashi adjusted his hat and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Hm? Whatever do you mean?”

“At the beginning of all this, you said if I denied you, then I died.”

“When you say it like that, it sounds like I’m trying to kill you.”

“Not what I’m implying, boss. But I am saying that you have more power over me than most champions, don’t you?”

“You could say that.” The snow came down heavier, though none of it landed on the goddess. “You could certainly say that. But we’re doing such amazing things together, wouldn’t you say?” Centu said with a grin.

“But I’m your tool. That’s it.”

“That you are, my champion. That’s what champions are: A god’s will upon Astra. That doesn’t make it any less of a partnership.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone. Akashi could feel her defenses going up again. At least this time he could see the mood shift coming. “Tell me, what are you getting at?” She began strolling down the sidewalk and gestured for Akashi to join her.

“You were so pissed that I almost got taken off the board that you almost lost control. But you can’t control me forever… you know that, right?”

“Let’s not worry about that now,” she responded with a wave of her hand, “we’ll address that issue when the time comes.”

“No, that’s not good enough for me.” Akashi pushed back.

“Hm.” She let out a doting chuckle, “I find it charming the way you think you can get what you want.” Centu said with a chuckle. “You think because we chat, and you serve me that you can speak to me as though we were equals – friends even, but - well, I suppose I’ll humor you. So, tell me, my champion, what do you want when our job here is done? Since that’s what all this sudden exercising of free will is about, apparently.”

“I want to go home. I want to find out what Monroe is up to you. I save the world like you want, then let me save my city like I want.”

“You want to – what? No. No, you’re not doing that.” She shut him down, then followed it with a laugh.

“And who the hell are you to tell me what I can and can’t do?” Akashi felt a familiar fire in his chest.

“The goddess keeping you alive.” She said so matter of factly that Akashi stopped dead in his tracks. The fire dimmed faster than he expected. She stopped a few paces ahead and looked back at him.

“Look, boss, I –“

“I don’t want to hear it. You will complete this task and then you’ll… I don’t know yet, but there’s a lot of good we can do, but just as we’re doing it my way now, we’ll do it my way then too.”

“And what’s ‘your way,’ huh?” He asked as they stood in the snowstorm.

She snickered and shook her head in disbelief, as though she was explaining it to a petulant child, “What you want to do is rock the boat. Shake the natural order. You see the trouble there, don’t you? The cosmos doesn’t like when the order is shaken – not the gods, not the fiends, not the Fates, nor the dragons, nor the insects, none of them like when order is shaken. Why do you think so many are sympathetic to us? When else would so many gods agree on a single thing? I don’t like Providence Monroe any more than you do, but we don’t change things. We keep them the same. Don’t you understand?”

“So, that’s what it’s about then, huh? Just keeping things exactly as they are. Only helping people when it’s convenient for the powers that be? When it’s convenient for you.” Akashi said, his tone even.

“Better than an apocalypse, wouldn’t you say?” Centu replied. “Listen, we’re doing a good thing here. Don’t mess it up by trying to make things better. Things are good as they are. You don’t need to change things. A champion’s job is to keep things exactly as they are. Exactly as we intend them to be.”

Akashi shook his head, “Man, I hate that this is what it’s come to.”

“Do we have a problem, champion of mine?” Centu asked, an eyebrow raised with fake concern.

Akashi laughed, “No. No problem at all, boss. No problem at all.”

“Wonderful! Now, I must say that the Man with a Million Name’s guidance has been integral in our moving forward, but I would appreciate if he didn’t fill your mind with flights of fancy.” She looked away from Akashi and glared into the shadows where Lou was standing. “You must understand, ever since you arrived in Zephyr, I’ve been kicking myself for not seeing it sooner.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“The missing piece of the puzzle, of course. The where of the ritual to merge the realms! But I can’t say, of course. Just trust the Brahman’s direction – not his little side quests though, understand?”

“Sure, boss. Sure.” Akashi’s shoulders slumped as Centu disappeared into the blizzard. Within moments, Lou was standing next to him. He nodded slowly, cracked his knuckles, and took a deep breath.

“Yep. Pissed her off, didn’t we?” He asked Akashi.

Akashi shook his head, “I see what you did there, Brahman. I’ll be honest with you: hurt like hell, but… thank you.”

“From the goddess’ mouth, my friend. From the goddess’ mouth. Now come on, let’s go get our curious friend.

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“Ah, her grip is too tight. You can’t say I didn’t try.” The Lord of the Fiends announced. His bite ridden scars upon his open cheeks creased across his skin as he sneered at the Void Tyrant. The lord chuckled. His voice was a deep guttural cough. On the Astral realm, his voice was temptation. Here in the realm of the fiends, his voice was rough. Coarse. Law.

The air around the cavern chamber was filled with a stench of rotten corpses. The smell rolled up with roiling hot smoke that crept from the cracks in the ground. The earth itself was chilling ice cold, yet it did not yield to the heat of the air.

“No disrespect good lord of all the most fiendish – aside from my own –“

“Speak not of your false fiends in the presence of my creations.” The lord of the fiends growled back. In the back of the cavern were two fiends standing on either side of a rocky tunnel mouth. They were the lord’s advisors, but their looks made them seem more like monstrous soldiers who crouched on all fours. Their gray skin was covered in spikes, their heads adorned with curling horns, and their sharp teeth shifted to make way for tusks.

“Right of course, of course. Regardless, I don’t think you tried very hard.” The Void Tyrant said with a slight grin. “I suppose I see where your loyalties lie.”

“My loyalties lie with no one. Though my fiendlings – Brother and Sister -” he gestured to the two in the back of his poor excuse for a throne room, “have told me of the rumors. Rumors that have traveled across the realms. By tails of the Fates and on leviathan’s backs. Blinking eyes that see all and the murmurs of summoned fiends alike, and they say that the coalition against you swells by the day, and you will not stand against them.”

“Everyone you speak of is the enemy!” The tyrant replied. “Do you truly trust the word of the enemy over that of a friend? Am I not your friend?”

“Maybe once we were, but the Brother and Sister have told me of your recent intentions. To merge the realms and replace the individual divine rules with your singular rule.” The lord of the fiends leaned out of the fog, his body craning to meet the Void Tyrant’s eyes. “How can I trust someone who asks me for help destroying my own land?”

“And what if I offer you your realm free of my reign? It’s simple, really. I get my kingdom, and you keep yours.”

“How would the tome of Oran-Koh do such a thing?” The lord asked.

“Oh, I’ve read this ancient piece of power, cover to cover, and I know all its secrets. Trust me, if you take my deal, you will be safe.”

The lord paused to think about it. He tapped his throne and grumbled to himself.

“I’ll leave you to think on it.” The Void Tyrant dusted off his suit and dissipated into the fog of the room.

“Sister. Brother. Come forward.”

The two fiends crawled towards the lord and bowed their heads at the foot of his throne.

“What do you think of what he has to say?”

“The tyrant lies, my lord.” Sister’s voice was high-pitched and hoarse.

“He wishes to use you, then discard you.” Brother added. His voice was indecipherable from Sister’s.

“What makes you so sure?”

“He doesn’t know the book as he claims – if he had, he would’ve begun the quest. He wishes to use your power and support, but he offers you nothing in return. You were right to feign interest in the champion on his behalf.”

“Brother is right,” Sister agreed, “it isn’t too late now to join the winning coalition. We need to take a side in this battle. Since we lost Zephyr many years ago, our realm has been at a disadvantage. Taking the right side in this battle of the gods could bring back our legitimacy.”

“What do you know of our legitimacy? No side will give us what we already have.” The lord snapped.

“Watch your tongue, boy.” A voice announced from the shadows. The smoke began to clear, and a blue orb appeared in the ceiling of the cavern above their head. The orb began to grow, a strange electric blaze forming around it.

The fiends looked up at the orb and Sister pointed, “The mother of all is here, my lord.” The lord sighed as a figure’s pointed porcelain foot stepped through.

“They’re right, child. You are weak to tell me no, and you will bend to my will as you always have and always will.” The Dragon Mother slowly made her way into the room before settling several feet above the ground. She looked around the room with disgust, “You fiends are my worst creation.”

“That is why they don’t call you the Fiend Mother, mother.” The lord replied with a sigh.

“I created this home for you, child. You’ve made a mess of Zephyr so much so that a mortal emergence has shut you out of the realm. I’m embarrassed to know you’re my creation.”

“And you did nothing to help.” He growled quietly.

“Hush. I don’t care about your ancient squabbles. Today we worry about modern problems. And how lucky for you and your empty mind, I’ve already made the decision for you. You will be taking the side of the coalition.” Before the lord could speak up, Vajra continued, “I don’t care, I don’t want to hear your whining or complaining. You will do as you’re told.”

“And if I refuse, mother?” He said, working up the urge to look her in the eye.

“I’ll kill you, install these two in your place, and lead your entire realm further into ruin when I’m done using them up. Or maybe I’ll just snap my fingers and,” She grinned, “you will all cease to exist. Which would you fiendlings prefer?” she asked.

“So that’s how it is, mother?” the lord asked, a helplessness in his voice that the fiendlings hadn’t heard before.

“It’s how it has always been, my first and only mistake. Now, I must be off. Things are moving quickly now. I can feel it. Euco waits for no one.”

“Euco, mother?”

“Euco.” Vajra turned around and began making her way back up her own stairs. As she did, she continued throwing insults at anyone who dared get in her way, “My idiot brother’s grand place of power. The birthplace of the sun – don’t tell me you don’t know? Once that void idiot figures out what seemingly no one except that damned Vulture can figure out, he’ll be heading for Euco – the only place where my brother’s book’s full power can be unlocked: At the sun’s first spark of life. It baffles me any of you are divinity, yet you can’t figure this out. That you don’t know something so divinely simple. Simpletons, all of you.”

“You’re right, mother.”

“Foolish child, I’m always right.” With that she disappeared in a flash of blinding blue light.

“Lord?” Brother and Sister asked in unison.

The lord of the fiends shook his head, “Half right. I may have been her first mistake, but not her only one.”

“Indeed.” The Void Tyrant reappeared in the throne room. “Euco, huh?” He polished the amethyst crystal on the back of his hand with his thumb casually as he continued, “And here I was thinking Euco was the only place where the sun god could track me, and yet… it’s the only place his little artifact will work.”

The Lord of the Fiends shook his head. He wasn’t upset, but he was annoyed. “I’m tired of all these invasions on my domain.”

“Worry not, my friend. You’ve done all you can, and your hands are tied. I presume our fiends will meet on the battlefield of the apocalypse. No hard feelings, but… don’t expect any to come home.” With that, the Void Tyrant disappeared again.

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The concept that the monastic people of Zephyr believed they could fight evil by doing nothing but existing in a secluded neutral space was fascinating. No news was permitted to be brought in, and no news was brought out. This place of pure neutrality brought balance to an ancient land. What they were concealing was left out in the books. Covered up as though they were afraid that reading the name may expose its power. Seijun and Vey continued reading though. They drifted between the two books, new mysteries revealing themselves.

The philosophy stated that fighting this evil power only fed into it. So, the only way to truly keep the evil at bay was to balance it out by staying secluded and maintaining a pious way of life.

He felt his focus fading away from the book, and suddenly his consciousness came back to him. Something felt… wrong. “Auntie, do you feel that?”

“I did. Something’s wrong. Very very wrong. We need to reconvene with the others.”

Seijun took a quiet deep breath in. He stood up to try and stretch. He gave a polite nod to those who had sat around him and stepped away. Several of them gave polite smiles in return. They knew that he had taken what he read to heart and appreciated it. Seijun and Vey made it out of the book spiral and walked towards the stairs.

Before they could leave, the woman who had given him the books stopped him. She stood before him, a look of curiosity on her face. She gestured towards him and tapped her head.

“You want my opinion?” Seijun asked.

She nodded with excitement.

“Really? I thought that I –“

She nodded again and grinned. Suddenly, the thread that held her lips shut stretched to reveal thousands of sharp teeth. Vey recoiled slightly, but Seijun didn’t react.

“Well, it’s interesting to think about,” He began, “I fight for the Five. It was my sworn duty to protect the ancient tome of Oran-Koh from falling into the wrong hands… and it has. So, I traveled in search of the tome. I’ve wanted to learn and understand and try to create balance wherever I could. I left my seclusion in the Valley to find a world in disarray. I thought it was my job to create balance where it was lost, if not entirely nonexistent. I thought I was doing the right thing. In some ways I still do, but…”

The woman gestured for him to continue.

“But after I read the book you gave me, I have begun to wonder if balance sometimes comes from our natural actions, not from seeking out and creating it. Is what we do every day without considering balance as part of the act the thing that creates it, or does searching for and attempting to create balance the right thing to do?”

The woman nodded to him and shrugged. Clearly it was something she had put thought into as well.

“It also makes me wonder if balance should be the goal in every scenario though. Perhaps in your case, balance is exactly what we need. Your balance protects all of Astra from falling into disarray. But my balance changes nothing. I merely act to keep things as they are, but I wonder what it would mean to make things better. That’s not balance… but that doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

At that, Vey shot Seijun a look. Clearly, he had spoken heresy by her ears, but then as she took a moment to process what he had said, she paused and nodded along.

The woman also nodded along aggressively.

“But I think I came to a realization. Every event does not involve the same action to create balance. And not every event should be met with balance. That’s what you meant by giving me the book about the dark between the cosmos, but… that wasn’t my main takeaway. I learned of something else – the supposed Sun God’s grandest secret. A secret I’m sure few alive know.”

Her smile broadened.

“Which makes me wonder… you aren’t… human, are you?” Seijun asked.

The woman paused, her smile faded, and her shoulders shrugged.

“But you aren’t a god. And you aren’t a champion… you’re something else.”

She didn’t open her mouth or even speak. Instead, she began to back away, holding eye contact with Seijun as she faded away. Not disappearing. Merely stepping back into the hidden shadows between the bookshelves. There was a brief pause between Seijun and Vey before they decided to shrug off the strange departure of their quiet conversational companion.

As they walked down the stairs, Vey whispered to Seijun, “You’re right about her. In fact, I think I know what she is.”

“What is she?” Seijun asked.

“There are… personifications of places of power. Merely legends, you see, but after meeting her, I’m a believer in such legends. Imagine a people so in need in a place so powerful, that it sees the people’s need, and it meets that need with a grand power personified. Like a god upon Astra, made only to fulfill the very specific longings of a people. Here, this one maintains balance. She must be one. She must be.”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing in my life.”

“It’s an old legend. Long forgotten – even in my time. I’m not so sure it’s real, but…”

Seijun pushed open the door, stepping out into the early morning light. “Whatever she is, I’m glad she’s here.” He announced.

As they stepped outside, Lady Vey stopped and stared at the early morning sky. “That’s… odd.”

“What is it?” Seijun asked.

“It’s… nothing. But… I see something. Maybe it’s a divine premonition. I – I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I don’t even know how to describe it.”

“Like that feeling we had inside?”

“Yes. Yes, just like that, but… not exactly. Something’s wrong. Very wrong.”

“You could say that again.” Akashi announced a few feet away. He and Lou stood before them, a look of urgency on their faces.

“You couldn’t wait for us at the hotel?” Seijun asked.

“Unfortunately, there’s no time.” Lou replied with a sigh. “We were coming here anyway, but on our way, something happened.”

Akashi nodded in agreement. “Come on, let’s get a move on.”

Seijun tensed up, nodded, and he and Vey fell in line without another word. They were once again on the road, making their way out of Zephyr.

As the city was far behind them, and Euco was starting to appear on the horizon, Akashi spoke up, “So, it is Euco then, huh?” Seijun looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Akashi obliged with an explanation, “Someone finally gave up the truth. The where is Euco. The tyrant knows.”

“That’s right. Always has been Euco. We were so close to keeping it quiet, but According to the Fates, someone opened their divine mouth and - well, now we’re in trouble.”

“Who was it?” Seijun asked.

“Even I wouldn’t risk my life telling you.” Lou replied.

“Getting real tired of these gods.” Akashi griped. “Okay, let’s focus up. Once we get there, what do we do?”

“Right. Straight to the mission then.” Lou said, looking more serious than any of them had ever seen him, “First things first, we need to find the most powerful witch in all of Astra.”

“That isn’t you?” Seijun asked.

“No - though I’m charmed that you’d think so. I might be the oldest, but I’m not the most powerful. No, you’re looking for the elected ‘sorcerer’ of Euco.”

“What can you tell us about them, huh?” Akashi asked.

Lou smiled at Akashi, “Nothing you don’t already know – whether you realize it or not, my friend.”

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Hey there, thanks for reading! Time for our regular inspiration section! I will say, rewriting/editing TAS has been really good for me discovering music I like! For example, I’ve learned through looking for music to ‘fit the vibe’ when I write, that I actually really like Doom Metal. That was a fun little discovery.

But in regards to visualization, I specifically took inspiration for the museum in Zephyr from a combination of the MET as well as a local childhood favorite of mine: The Butler Institute of Art! I grew up going to this place, and I loved it dearly. I was visiting the area recently (should’ve gotten pictures), and it just reminded me how much I love that place. It was also a good refresher while working on this chapter!

(photos from butlerart.com)

Zephyr is in the rear viewmirror, and we’re looking ahead to Euco! Know what that means? That means we’re settling into the final stretch. We get to meet one last ‘new’ character, and have a fun old time in our final 4 chapters. We’re almost there, everyone. I can’t wait to see you on the other side!

Thanks so much for sticking with me in this awesome adventure! I’ll see you next week for chapter 22, Eucan Sorcerer. See you then!