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51. We Are Not Alone
A city covered with ruins and dunes. Shatterlands. Hot air scattered red dust in the atmosphere, the particles burning against skin and lungs alike. The ground beneath vibrated like a pulse, slow and steady it almost felt ominous. A pale blue sky, empty of constellations or sunlight, stretched above them, staring back with nothing more to offer. One could see skulls and bleached bones half-buried in the sand. Some were human-shaped, most were not. Eight figures emerged from the horizon, their silhouette wrapped by heat. Their feet sank into the deep, red sand as they moved, and by the looks, one could say exhaustion was their companion as they dragged every step. They walked divided into three fragments; Sonia and Yuri led the way, followed by five pleiadians, they walked quietly but held an alert and watchful expression. Then, Logan followed behind, deliberately far behind. His face was carved from stone, and his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were now white.
50. Distorted
The air tasted bitter on Logan's lips. Right here, right now, he could burn down the entire valley to ash and it wouldn't still feel like enough. Honestly, It doesn’t really matter who he hurt this time, and it wouldn't even be the worse decision he ever made. The ground shook violently. Pebbles lifted from the dirt, trembling mid-air as if afraid of what'll happen next. Logan’s feet dragged forward, each step heavier than the last, his eyes fixed on the gruesome sight before him. Something that will likely haunt him for the rest of his life. “No,” the word cracked out of him, useless and weak. Her body lay torn across the stone floor—unmoving, breathless, and scattered. “Son—” he choked. Her name was like heavy weights on his lips, he couldn't complete it. Not after failing her like this. Logan's knees gave in and hit the rough floor. His eyes tearing up. The floating pebbles dropped all at once clattering like raind, each sharp sound echoing the truth that laid before him.
49. Whispering Valley
“Goodbye, Salem,” Sonia sighed, staring at the peak of a valley. “This is where we cross.” A blanket of thick fog covered the entire valley, casting a dull grey that smothered the plains. Seeing anything was next to impossible. It was a kind of place where you’d struggle to see your own hand in front of your face. Logan’s face scrunched. “There's no path? Don't tell me we're going to start climbing valleys now,” he said in an exasperated tone. The towering pleiadian brushed past, doing his thing. He waved a hand, and a gust of wind swept through, clearing up the fog a bit. Although, it covered up immediately, giving them only a six-second window to see where they would take the next step. That's how thick it was. A narrow trail—not wider than a man's shoulder—snaked between the rough stones of the towering valley, which became visible as they started making their way into the fog. Logan felt a chill run down his spine at his first step. Something was really off about this pla
48. A Figure Of Beauty and Strength
Yuri stepped closer and separated the two from the long embrace. “Rejik, it's enough. He’s stable now,” he rasped, one arm braced against his sides.A large bruise had been inflicted on Yuri's abdomen. And so were the other pleiadians, with bruises on their legs and arms. One pleiadian cradled his head, crimson threading through his silver hair where Alok had stomped when he tried to hold the beast’s legs.Logan flexed his hand. His broken knuckles were whole again, leaving not even a scar. It must be his powers at work, he mused. His gaze fell to the pleiadians' sore wounds, and pity flashed across his face. Logan noticed the way Yuri kept pressing his sides, he narrowed his gaze at the spot. “You're bleeding,” Logan said, nodding towards Yuri's side. The pool of blood darkened the sand with every step. Yuri winced, bending over to pick up his spear. “It's just a scratch,” he shrugged. “We have to keep moving. The beast might come back for more.” “He's right,” Soni
47. Alok, The Fiery Beast
Yuri was the first to bolt upright, tightening his grip on his spear. He felt it too. Soon the other pleiadians jumped to their feet, scanning the area sharp and swiftly. Sonia unhooked the rope on her waist. A whiplash? ‘Cool,’ Logan smirked. His eyes narrowed as he used his far-sighted ability to scan the area—still, nothing. “It's really close,” Logan said, darting his eyes. “But I can't see anything.” “It's a beast,” Sonia announced. Yuri and the other pleiadians rushed to meet Sonia and Logan, and they made a defensive stance, forming a circle. They stood firm, ready for whatever creature heading their way. Yuri’s double-headed spear glowed faintly, buzzing as he swirled it mid-air. The archers had already fixed their arrows waiting to take a shot. The air tensed. Breaths seized. Logan's body vibrated a low buzz. The fire they had lit for warmth, which also served as a source of light, suddenly flared up, then died, plunging them into darkness.
46. Salem
The constellation burned brighter above, as if wishing luck on Logan's journey—or mourning it. He stepped out of his chamber already prepared for his departure to Shatterlands. His gaze met Sonia as she approached him; her blonde hair, usually loose and untamed, was braided tightly and pulled back. She wore a shiny silver armor that accentuated her shape perfectly—breastplates, vambraces, and greaves—each piece etched with faint runes that shimmered each time she moved. Tonight, she looked less like a diplomat, and more like a warrior carved from moonlight. Yuri and five other pleiadians trailed behind her, all armed with weapons humming faintly with energy. Guns. Spears. Bows and arrows tipped with glowing heads. Logan's brow furrowed. “Are you set?” Sonia questioned, meeting Logan's gaze. The wrinkled line on her forehead and her pressed lips did much to give away her emotions.Logan simply nodded.“Shatterlands is a seven-day walk, if we move fast,” she said,
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