Chapter Thirty-Five
Ariel exits in a world with two suns in the sky, each smaller than normal. Patches of snow and short grass cover the tundra-like landscape, and there’s no sign of civilization in sight.
An army greets Ariel, one that consists of pretty much everyone from my other visions but also some players I haven’t seen yet, like the squadrons of centaurs, cockatrices, and giants—all of whom look familiar, probably because they’d been Nero’s allies in his quest to win back his world.
Ariel looks all of them over. Then her gaze falls on a group of so-called strongmen, who are wearing very little clothing and looking a lot like the cast of 300.
Ariel smiles appreciatively and yells something to them in what sounds like Greek.
Did she just catcall a bunch of dudes? It wouldn’t sur
