The space around him shattered completely, then snapped back together like a broken puzzle being forced into place.
Zayne flickered through the void and reappeared in a place he knew all too well.
The slums.
Cracked, low buildings stood crooked and lifeless. Dead vines and moss clung to the walls, long since dried out. The air carried a stench he could not quite describe, something stale and rotten. Everything here looked even more ruined than it did in his memories.
He had shaken off the others for now, but Zayne knew he did not have much time.
John, Captain K, Astrachior. The moment they realized someone was missing, they would start searching.
He followed the pull coming from his abdomen, guided by the Apocalypse Ancient Key.
After winding through the slums for about five minutes, Zayne came to a stop in front of a low, dilapidated house.
This was the destination.
The moment he realized where he was, a chill shot up his spine and slammed into his skull.
