Adventuring With Belfast In Another World V01 Hot -

“You’ll go back,” Thal said, more an observation than a question.

They left the palace with nothing bought of future but the knowledge of all possibilities. The map, which had been watching, rearranged itself once more, now quieter. The hot routes cooled into well-worn trails, useful but less radiant. Belfast felt the change in her pocket where the mote still glowed faintly against the map’s leather: not extinguished, but tempered. adventuring with belfast in another world v01 hot

“You paid well,” Thal said, voice softened. “You’ll go back,” Thal said, more an observation

Thal nodded. “This world will remember you.” The hot routes cooled into well-worn trails, useful

The first thing Belfast noticed was her hands. They were the same quick-fingered hands she’d always had—the hands that could knot rope in the dark, lace boots with one motion, patch a ripped flag without looking—but they bore a sheen, like polished pewter under skin. When she flexed them they sparked small, harmless tremors in the air, and a moth, the size of a dinner plate, fluttered out of the grass in a startled spiral. Belfast smiled. This place had mechanisms. She liked mechanisms.