My favourite chapter! Some old "friends" are back... but are they the same?
He moved forward, cutting his way through the fog. In the distance he saw the remains of a village-ruins, abandoned houses, silence. Maybe this was why his powers had brought him here. A cataclysm. But what kind? And why was he the one who had to change it?
He approached with slow steps. The first rays of dawn lit the ruins. Everything was dead. Jet was beginning to think he'd find no one... until he saw a silhouette.
A figure, slipping between the abandoned houses with a sack over one shoulder. Moving slowly, clumsily, as if wounded. Jet tensed. Friend or foe? He was too weak for a fight. He decided to follow.
The figure gathered a few items from the ruins-spoons, bowls, bedsheets-and headed north. Soon, they reached a small cave. Jet decided it was time to reveal himself. He needed information. And shelter.
He entered carefully. Dried blood and mud marked the ground. Inside, a fire burned. Beside it-the hooded figure from earlier. Clearly weakened.
"Excuse me... sorry to barge in like this, but I'm not from here and I-" His voice cut off when the figure turned, and the firelight revealed its face.
Jet froze. Standing before him was someone he thought he'd never see again.
"Krux?!" he whispered.
