Mountains that changed shape based on celestial phases. And then there were places where time didn't flow properly—walk in during sunset and come out to find a year had passed.
Victor devoured every book he could within the allowed tier. But the Uncharted Wilds remained elusive. All references he found were vague. "The mist lands beyond comprehension," one book said.
Another claimed it was located in a region near the southeastern trench of what used to be coastal India, but the coordinates made no sense.
By the time the artificial lights dimmed to signal dawn, Victor had developed a mild twitch in his left eye. His hands were ink-stained, and he reeked of paper glue and mental exhaustion. But he wasn't going to stop.
If Kairo could find it, so could he.
He stood, stretched his back until it popped, and glanced out the giant crystal window overlooking the Academy's east wing. The sun wasn't up yet, but the sky was starting to lighten.
