"In every age, the strong devour the weak. That is the law of the universe." — Reinhard
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Jude Wren opened his eyes to the familiar wooden ceiling—rough-hewn beams still bearing axe marks from their construction. The room he'd been sleeping in for two weeks now. Two weeks since entering the Tower.
The transition had been abrupt. One moment, he and his friends—Kai, Aaron, Yeon, his brother Anton, and the straggler Michael—had stepped through the shimmering portal. The next, they'd materialized in dense forest, kilometers from any trace of civilization.
After a week of grueling work, Zeke had managed to build them a house, wielding his extensive knowledge like a weapon he refused to let them forget. He'd enlisted their help with the enthusiasm of a military contractor and the patience of a sleep-deprived tyrant.
