Chapter Seventeen
Time became meaningless. There was no hunger and barely any tiredness. They walked and walked until their feet became sore, then stopped for a while, then continued, always following the faint pink line.
The world around them was bleak and dark. No life anywhere, not even plants. Just dirt, mud, stones, and a perpetual dusk that was close to darkness but just bright enough to let them see where they were going.
After walking for hours – or had it been days? – the pink line started to become thicker, more pronounced. Hopefully, it was a sign that they were getting closer to Izban and Luc. The brighter the line, the faster Macey and Amber walked, leading their group, both of them drawn to their mates.
Macey refused to think of what state they might be in, or how long th
