Chapter Twenty-Seven
“I always wondered what it was like to be Phoenix Root,” Erik muttered. “If this is what it’s like, it’s overrated. This is damned annoying.”
He floated beside Jia. A pale fog surrounded them in an otherwise endless black void. Snatches of color pulsed and wriggled around the mist.
Objects and beings would appear and disappear at irregular intervals: a reptilian Zitark, a dog, a cat, a gray humanoid Leem, Ilse.
At one point, a random sad-looking man in a bright orange ten-gallon hat appeared and vanished in two seconds. A man-sized fork with a bowler over its tines doffed its hat with invisible hands before proceeding past the humans and fading from top to bottom.
“Okay.” Jia blinked. “That’s different. Very different.”
“Yeah, different. That’s one word for it. M
