Empty Control
Hegatha chewed on leaves, ignoring the bitter tang while feeding the energy into Asra’s wound.
Asra gasped as her skin began to tear and knit back together, and after a moment her furrowed brows softened in relief.
Hegatha breathed out slowly, her body feeling lighter. She jumped to her feet, not exhausted like she usually was after one of their healing sessions. Hegatha exited the shack, feeling the sticky mist on her skin. The fog was back. More sticky and smelly than it ever was; the rain and flooding somehow made it worse.
She looked around the shoreline, about to run some errands on the island, but her gaze landed on a white object. Jay’s bone room was hard to miss.
As she drew closer, she realized it was a giant white cube. Her steps slowed as she approached the giant object, wondering how it could have washed up from the storm, or how it could even exist—It was much too large to store inside an inventory.