Echoes of the Real
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Two

Where Do We Start

Reyes looked from the broken man who had built a god to the soldier of fortune who had been rendered irrelevant. A new world, a new game, and they were standing on square one without a rulebook. He drew a deep breath, the air tasting of ozone and uncertainty. ‘Alright,’ he said, the single word a declaration of intent. ‘Where do we start?’