CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE - The Gyatt that Rises out of the Horizon 

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE - The Gyatt that Rises out of the Horizon 

"I did all the research, so why are your eyes so sleepless?" Noa asked irritably, sipping a cup of coffee. Both of us had gathered again the next week under Duke Feet's nose, to stare at the blank map again. 

"So here's the good part. I found out you have to squeeze lemon on it to bring out the ink." Noa said, grabbing a half-lemon and sparingly showering the map with it. Ink flickered into view, and I stared in horror at the map. 

"Someone's making fun of us, right?" 

The map was correctly drawn like all the other maps I had seen in past lives, but it was incorrectly labeled. Adar mountains were renamed "The Gyatt that rises out of the horizon". Like that. "It's Gen Z slang…" I groaned, putting my forehead into my hand. "Yeah. I noticed too," Noa said mournfully. Then he tapped on a red circle on the map. "This is probably where we need to go."

"But what does the red circle lead to, even?" I asked, and Noa shrugged. "I dont know. Anyway, its near the small town called Airre. Should we head there?"

"Ah. But I'll need to ask Duke Feet…" I said hesitantly, trailing off. Noa got up. "Good luck with that."

"Hey, wait-" 

But he was already out the door. I sighed and got up. Better to get this over with.