Broken hovered in the night sky, riding Polly, his eyes scanning the ground below.
The land beneath him had changed.
Before, when the spirits were still present, there had been almost no monsters in sight. But now? Creatures had started appearing—lurking in the shadows, emerging from the forest like they had been waiting for something.
Was this because the spirits had left?
Had their presence been keeping these monsters away?
Curious, Broken urged Polly to descend, slipping lower through the air. They moved silently, weaving through the scattered monsters below, completely unnoticed thanks to their invisibility.
His eyes locked onto where the spirits had gone.
They weren't just wandering. They had a clear destination.
And then—he saw it.
A massive canyon stretched across the land, splitting the island like a deep wound. The gap was wide, its depths swallowed in darkness.
Were the spirits heading down there?
He hesitated for a moment before turning his head slightly.
