Meanwhile, Mira was in a different place entirely, separated from Jelo by what could have been hundreds of meters or several kilometers, she had no way of knowing. The sun beat down harshly from that same diseased red sky, its heat oppressive and unrelenting despite the desolation surrounding her.
The environment was just as brutal as what Jelo was experiencing, crumbling buildings, cracked earth, the pervasive sense of wrongness that came from walking through a place poisoned by radiation and abandoned by humanity.
But unlike Jelo, who had been forced to fight for his life multiple times since emerging from the portal, she had faced no Dabba attacks whatsoever. Not a single one. The area she was currently traversing was completely devoid of Dabba presence, showing no signs of the mutated creatures that supposedly infested this entire region. No growls in the distance, no shadows moving between ruins, no tracks in the dust, nothing.
