Chapter Thirty-Eight
I’m bodiless, inside a familiar high-tech office that also doubles as Dad’s meeting room.
There are schematics of the latest 3D printer up on the board in front of a big group of people—except they’re not looking at it.
They can’t… because they’re all dead.
No, not just dead. They’re mummified in the way I’ve seen recently.
They look like Tartarus sucked the life out of them.
No.
It can’t be.
I must’ve made a mistake in my seer targeting, and this is the world I passed through on my way to dragon world—the one that seems so much like ours but is long dead.
Could that world have a Boston equivalent with an office that looks like Dad’s?
It’s feasible but for one huge problem.
At the head of the table is Dad himself—dried up, like the rest of his people.
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