[VOLUME 15: THE PRIMORDIAL PILGRIMAGE][ARC 2: THE STONE SOVEREIGN]
Pangea was not a world meant for mortal feet.
The merged super-continent was a violent, breathtaking collision of realms. Forests of towering, luminescent crystal bled into swamps of boiling abyssal tar. The sky overhead shifted unpredictably, bruising from celestial gold to deep, suffocating violet within the span of a single breath.
And everything in this chaotic new wilderness was hungry.
Elara Vance stumbled, the toe of her leather boot catching on an exposed, jagged root of black ironwood.
Before her knees could even bend, a massive hand caught her by the waist, effortlessly hauling her upright.
"I have you," Aldren murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against her ear.
