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Lincoln
We soon reach the edge of Icythian territory. Before us stretches a chilly tundra, all of it formed in various shades of pink. Like before, a blade-like line separates this new slice of the Primeval from the last.
And what a territory it is.
Pale pink pine trees stand covered in picture-perfect swirls of coral-shaded snow. Small fuchsia birds hop along the branches. A fox-like creature, pink and with four tails, scampers across the ground.
It’s stunning.
And yet, I can’t wait to get home.
My thoughts return to Antrum. Baptiste and Nat are still frozen. No way can we return without having ended the Contagion and set everyone free.
Anything else is simply unacceptable.
I choose a safe spot in a small clearing, pull off my pack, and begin to sort through supplies for setti
