Skyrieverse: The Borderlands, Twilight

From inside the metal ribcage of the ruined transit bus, Buddha winced as the force of Rory’s launch rocked the vehicle. His head throbbed, and as he slumped back against a rusted seat, his hand brushed his face.

The fight with Hajun had shredded his fine robes and battered his body, but it was the transit in…

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The sky over The Borderlands began to bruise, turning a deep, sickly violet as the sun dipped behind the jagged teeth of the skeletal skyscrapers. Rory knew that when the light died here, the silence didn’t just break—it began to hunt.

“I’ll give you the ‘How I Know You’ lecture when we aren’t standing in a graveyard,” Rory said, her voice…

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The transition from the divine clean lines of Valhalla to the Skyrieverse was more than a change of scenery—it was a sensory assault. Buddha leaned his head back against the ancient oak, his half-lidded eyes scanning the horizon of The Borderlands.

The Ghost of a Metropolis

What he had first mistaken for a simple forest was far more sinister.…

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Skyrieverse: The Encounter at the Oak

The silence following the beast’s death was heavy, broken only by the soft, rhythmic hum of Rory’s wings. The shimmering light from her feathers cast long, dancing shadows against the eerie, towering trees. She didn’t sheathe her sword immediately; in this world, a kill usually just signaled the dinner bell…

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The air in the arena had been thick with the copper tang of blood and the suffocating pressure of Hajun’s darkness. Buddha had stood his ground, a defiant smile etched onto a face marred by exhaustion and agony. Against all odds, the Enlightened One had triumphed, leaving the “Demon Lord of the Sixth Heaven” as nothing more than a fading…

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Hmm, seems Helena is accurate! I do sense a rift in the fabric of time. Seems we might get some new faces around here. Better alert the troops! Or not! *He laughs maniacally.*