Chapter Thirty-Six
“I’m seriously not getting paid enough for this,” Itzel says in a panicked tone as she resumes running toward the purple gate.
Felix, Ariel, and I follow, taking giant leaps with each step.
I take the lead over my friends as the ground shakes more violently with each second.
When I’m a stone’s throw away from the gate, everyone shouts something unintelligible inside my helmet.
Instinctively, I duck, and the huge claw reaching for me passes through the purple gate.
A chunk of the claw disappears, sliced off by the gate’s plasma-like surface.
Right. The gates don’t let this type of creature travel to other worlds—a smart design feature on the gate makers’ behalf.
The pained screech of the monster is so loud that the air pushes me closer to the gate—and I jump in as
