Jelo suddenly remembered Mira, they had stepped into the portal together, and she was somewhere unknown right now. His mind immediately began racing with possibilities, each one more concerning than the last.
He wondered if she was in a situation similar to his, one of moderate danger where she might be able to handle herself with caution and quick thinking.
Or if she was in a more perilous spot, perhaps facing creatures even worse than the mutated Dabba he'd just barely survived. The thought made his stomach clench with worry.
Or perhaps she was lucky and had ended up in a less dangerous area, somewhere with fewer threats, somewhere she could hide and wait. That was the best-case scenario, the outcome Jelo desperately hoped for even as doubt gnawed at him.
But even as he tried to reassure himself with that thought, he questioned whether there was actually a place in this area that was genuinely less dangerous. This was the Forgotten City, after all.
