Scarab sat at his desk with his face in his hands. Mercy tenderly rubbed his back, motherly concern in her eyes. “Is that all of it love?”  “Yes, that’s all.”  Scarab lowered his hands and stared down at the words on the page, clenching his jaw in frustration. The description of the Images and feelings once only in his head when connected to the Elder now on paper.  Pain, anguish, fear, loss… an existential loss. Crumbling structures, blazing sunlight, fingers reaching down f

Dirt sighed as he relaxed onto his furs. His furs. Finally, after months of travel, he was home. The kids he could deal with. His partners he could deal with. Even the Sunforged and the other mutants moving in with the Godhunters seemed to be going smoothly. Even with the threat of Sibyl’s vision of the 5 and doom on the horizon, he could at least relax for a small moment. He closed his eyes, then heard footsteps outside. With an irritated snarl he opened his eyes to

The Ravagers rode in silence, Ceto leading the way. They had successfully crossed the husk highway, and were making good time towards...