Chapter 50: Home

Daldaria looked like someone took a paint set and slathered it over the canvas; grabbed a brush and smashed the handle along the mess to make shapes.

Mountain ranges had been flattened and rebuilt. Oceans rearranged, changed to other liquids, or evaporated. The mainland was broken into islands. Lava waterfalls and icebergs were floating in the sky alongside cities. There was a gaping hole in the middle of the oceans. Mialtros could see temple fragments as they flew over it.

They’d flown around, trying to find where Mialtros’s home had been thrown too.

Lots of places had been partially or entirely destroyed in the chaos. The process of rebuilding was already going strong, and it seemed everyone was pitching in to help revitalize the broken world.

There was only one island left to check. A crescent shaped landmass with hunks of Mount Murn sticking out of its western end.

Mewl tapped Ghirti’s wings as he climbed to the serpent’s head. Ghirti’s face plates clicked.