“The meat was fine the first two times, this time it… decayed.”
Clara chuckled. She guessed that a werewolf preferred to eat meat from off the bone.
“That’s what aged meat is,” Clara explained.
“Oh?” Julia asked. “Well, I cut away the bad parts and cooked what was left.”
So, the Terminus was also connected to pocket worlds in addition to being littered with bubbles from alternate realities. It’s a shame that the goddesses were silent, as their advice could be their ticket out of here.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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