Book Eight: Chapter 41

They walked through the village and beyond it. The scenery broke again and they were now in a port town, with a massive cargo ship being loaded with boxes. The gray-toned figures moving around ignored both of them, but when one walked through Mike, it felt like he was punched in the gut.

“Oof.” He moved off the path and hunched over, rubbing his stomach. “I don’t like that at all.”

Sofia swung her sword through one of the shadows. It split apart where the blade cut, and the figure continued walking with its upper torso trailing a few inches behind. “What do you make of that?” she asked, then gave her sword a disgusted flick. Black ink spattered on the ground before turning into a mist that chased after the worker.

“Limitation of the reality we’re in,” Mike said. He watched as the torso reattached itself and the dockworker continued doing his job. “These look like recordings, so I’m guessing we’re looking at scenes from the books in the Restricted Section. We’re cle