Two weeks had passed since I destroyed the Harvester, and life in New Eden had settled into something that almost felt normal again. The suicides had stopped completely, which meant the fragments I'd freed from the Echoing Wastes were back where they belonged. People were waking up from that slow deterioration without even realizing how close they'd come to losing themselves.
I was back to delivering pizzas for Vinnie's like nothing had happened, driving around New Eden with insulated bags in my passenger seat. It felt good in a way, having this simple routine that required nothing except showing up on time and remembering which streets led where. But there was also this weird disconnect between the person who fought dimensional entities and the guy who knocked on apartment doors asking i
