Chapter 4
“The real purpose of royalty are to master and house vast numbers of sentient.” – Hammurabi the Seventh, Law of Sentient
Between the encounter with Cole and Doc Zykin—not to mention almost getting blown up by an imploding universe—I’m officially wiped out. I make my goodbyes to Slate and Justice, then I head back to my cabin. It’s a solitary structure outside the official royal city of Fort Derringer. By the time I reach my front steps, it’s well past midnight. Beyond log cabin, waves of tall grass sway in the moonlight. A full moon hangs low in the night sky.
My favorite view.
As I approach the door, the wooden slats transform into long brown filaments. The strands part as I approach, allowing me to enter. Like most things in Umbra, my cabin only appears old fashioned. On fi
