The sun dominated the sky, almost twice the size Halo remembered from his old world. But rather than searing heat, it offered gentle warmth. The kind perfect for a getaway.
White restored Halo's face, hair, and battered body entirely. A single determined wish was all it required. He now looked nearly like his perfect, unblemished self.
Yet the NeverLight crew had to steer clear of the devastated lands. When an Absolute Sinner would unleash its destruction was unknown, utterly unpredictable. Finding a safe zone was essential.
Tough, Halo's clone, searched for his master as quickly as he could manage with his new child, Seely. Carrying the baby meant he couldn't shadow-travel to find Halo. When he finally arrived at the devastation, it was too late.
Now, Halo and the crew had reached a narrow road and hitched a ride on a wagon heading to an estate. Not the safest option, but it would give them rest and help them figure out where to go next.
