The moment they stepped out of the Demon Gate, the world broke apart.
Dahlia felt her body pulled sideways.
"Again?!" she shouted.
Then she hit the ground and rolled, stopping herself with a burst of wind.
She jumped back up instantly, wings flaring as she scanned her surroundings.
"…Great," Dahlia muttered. "We got scattered."
They had been thrown to different parts of Demon Gate Island.
Arden landed near a dense patch of forest.
He stumbled forward, caught himself on a tree, then let out a breath and laughed weakly.
Green light spread from his feet as his body recovered.
"Finally back," he said softly. "Home field advantage."
He placed a hand on the ground, and the soreness in his body faded almost instantly, his breathing steadying as vines and grass around him reacted gently.
Dion appeared near a rocky slope, sitting down hard and groaning.
"Yeah. I officially hate unstable gates."
Eliza emerged deeper in the forest, silent as always.
