Chapter 84 The Last Prophecy

• The air wrenched from my lungs as I hit hard. Like polished glass, the ground underneath me felt cold and slippery. I forced myself up as my head ached and I blinked at the blinding light that appeared to be coming from everywhere. The reality around me was not solid; rather, it was a fevered dream that moved, distorted, and shimmered.
• "Evelyn," an eerie, ethereal voice said.
• With my blade at the ready, I whirled around, but all I could see was the eternally shattered terrain. "Who is present?"