I woke early, slipping out of bed and leaving my wife snoring softly, exhausted and naked from the heat of the night.
I planted a lingering kiss on her forehead—a silent goodbye—before dressing and opening a Dimensional Door before any of the new citizens, the elfs noticed l was leaving.
With a step, I left my realm behind and returned to the real world, back in Eldoria.
The streets were ghost-town quiet. The sun was still hours from breaching the horizon, leaving the city draped in pre-dawn indigo.
"Tama. Are you there?" I muttered.
Almost instantly, a shadow detached itself from a nearby alley. Tama materialized, a glowing black crown hovering ethereally over her head.
Over the weeks following the apocalypse, she and Rin had been piecing together the puzzle of the black catfolk.
They had discovered the lore of her ancestors and the truth of why she had been chosen to break the cycle of persecution and racism between normal people and black folks.
