Inside Adam's mind, the imposter opened his eyes, not in one of Haldris' secret laboratories as he had expected, nor in Brineheart. He would have even, albeit reluctantly, accepted seeing the eternal barrier wrapped around the crystalline walls of Kumari Kandam once more.
Instead of it all, he was glaring at rotten patches blooming from cracks squirming on walls that had forgotten they once had another color than scaly green. The sound of rushing water drew him to the damp sill of the window.
A river crowned by a bridge that could barely support its own weight rushed by the house. It led to a lush forest dominated by a sinister mountain in the distance. On the other side, a mud road sliced through the derelict outskirts of a human village. The sick and the old begged for a piece of bread in front of half-collapsed houses. To whom? They themselves didn't seem to know. The youths were worse. They strolled alleys with dangerous glints barely hidden in their eyes.
