Amelia didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, she pulled out the artifact she used to track Ethan, her fingers curling tightly around the small enchanted object.
He was there. In that city.
"You've been here before…" Amelia clasped the artifact tightly between her palms, pulling it against her own enormous breasts.
Her forearms sank into the proud mounds of soft flesh, the milky skin dimpling around them, molding to every centimeter of contact.
The two plump spheres squeezing against one another, jutting upward as the excess flesh spilled generously over the sides of her arms, quivering faintly with each breath she took.
"Do you remember this place?" She turned her face toward Ysara.
"I came here about ten years ago… this city didn't exist then, I'm sure of it," Ysara replied, her cold eyes sweeping the horizon.
Whoever had built this would have to wield power incomparable to that of any expert either of them knew.
