*The dimming orange sun bloomed on the horizon to the northwest of the prison. Or at least what should have been northwest. Cori chuckled as she looked out on to the rocky cliffs to the far west. The scattered forests to the south and east were dewy with the rain she had only recently left. The prison and all of its inhabitants were in the center of the time bubble.
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** Had it been a wizard Ethan might have been groveling already, but there was no point to that now. Danato hadn’t really given much credence to Cori’s previous sighting. That was Danato’s mistake. Ethan had all but forgotten about Ogana’s presence in the bubble. That was his mistake.
*** “Daniel!” Heaton yelled hopelessly behind him. He didn’t have to learn twice to stay out of his way. “Let her go or he’ll kill her!” Heaton yelled at the transmorph. Daniel knew he was probably already trying to claw Nevia from his grasp in a desperate attempt to stop the progressive carnage, but it didn’t much matter at that point. He was not playing the game anymore.
“Nooooo!” The husband wailed in anguish as he watched Daniel slowly disintegrate the flesh from his wife’s hand, quickly followed by the bone. There was no healing that.