Fragment 122
9 Mar 2026 5 minute read 0 comments Jay Lonnquist
Pyna ran, unseen, and swift as a storm-harried ghost. Carrying the hunter, Eket out through the Omoorn's vile, vermiculated Arch and its attendant, ghastly grey things. One league. Then two. She fled, under a mantle of inhuman dread, through the fri...