Jason stood at the doorway of their small cottage, watching the sun set over the rolling hills. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink, a peaceful canvas that seemed almost unreal after the chaos of the Marrow. He took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill his lungs. The scent of wildflowers and fresh earth replaced the stench of decay and blood that had clung to him for so long. It was a welcome change, a reminder that he had survived and that there was still beauty in the world.
He was glad he had found roots in this world.
The ant king had been released—temporarily, at least—to observe the outside world and report back on any threats or news. The creature had grown powerful, independent, and Jason trusted him to navigate the dangers that lurked beyond their peaceful haven.
