Assuming we survive, which doesn't look likely.

"Fare thee well, Naia," the Red Knight says and releases my hand. He enters, vanishing the moment he steps foot into the vacant room.

There's magic here, hidden somewhere. Desperate to save the Shadow Knight and his world, I leap into the deceptively empty room.

The walls ripple and change from stone to plaster, the stone floor turning to familiar carpet. The shattering of stones of the world crumbling behind me is replaced by the faint sound of the air conditioning system and the quiet television I left playing.

"Oh, dear god!" I breathe.

I'm back in my apartment.




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