Chapter Twenty-Eight
Return to the Centre
The Uri’madu left behind a crisp dry frost on the Eastern Plains, and stepped back through the portal to the Central Continent campsite. There they found a green wilderness where their encampment had once been. Five pronged bushes with floppy red fruit that hung from each point gave the place a festival air. Bright orange slugs browsed between green nodules. Multi-legged crawlers cricked and clacked while waving fluorescent paddles in defense of their territories. Thick moss coated the tree trunks with waving webs of sporangia.
Casco scratched his head. “Are we sure this is where it was?”
“Has to be,” said Huldar.
“Looks like we were never here,” Gento said. “Can’t even see the escarpment.”
“Or the stones that mark the Djan’rū.”
Huldar liste
