"Stop here," Alys said, dropping her gear bag and drawing the strange weapon from before.
She examined the gun thoroughly, twisting a ratcheting knob at the rear and cleaning off some light gray goo left from the "thing" that had attacked them.
"Don't doddle, we need to check ammo and supplies before venturing further into this place."
"Does it ever get lonely?" Tobias asked. "I mean, the secrecy, the lack of a place to call home, the fact that no one would believe you if you told them?"
"You get used to it." She said, not even looking up at him.
"Sure, once I had different plans for my future, but when the Hegemony selects you, you forfeit those plans in order to keep the world safe."
"You can still have those plans."
"You really don't understand what you've unleashed, do you?" Alys locked eyes with him, a steely gaze giving Tobias a shudder down his back.
"That Grymnok we fought was just the first in a long line of crazy Eldritch horrors waiting on the other side of that veil."
"We killed it, can't be too difficult." Tobias countered.
"And what about the ones that can't die? What's your plan for that?"
"Well, I'm sure we can figure something out..."
"Look, Sherlock, there are creatures on the other side you don't want to even breath near, much less take the time to try and 'figure something out' ".
Alys shouldered her pack, staring Tobias down. "If one of the Elder Gods takes notice of us, we'll be lucky if this continent is the only thing destroyed.
Because, odds are, if we take one wrong step, our entire planet vanishes." She stepped forward and jabbed a finger into his chest punctuating each point. "The. Whole. Thing. You understand?"
Tobias nodded wordlessly, his mouth having gone dry.
"Pick up your stuff, we need to get going. World won't save itself."
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