'I won't be back until I've found Violet,' my gaze shifted to rest on her father, who was still passed out, lying face down in the dirt. 'He'll need-'
'We'll take care of Walter.'
That was all there was to it, so after making it back onto Polum's surface, I teleported directly to Violet, not wanting to wait for her to come to me. Although, even in her deluded state, it seemed she'd prepared well.
I couldn't tell where in the world we were because nothing looked like what I'd seen before. The only constant was the ocean, and now assembled Dancers from deep beneath them were towering above me. Fluorescent algae, half-eaten fish, sand and a lot more dead foliage were filing out of the seas in narrow streams, and I couldn't help but liken the scene to a manufacturing line.
