Above Y'ha-nthlei were many islands. Not all of them had sank to the bottom of the sea -- or to put it more accurately, they had never sunk. They were watchtowers.

A few tens of miles away from those watchtowers was a rather large island with a barn built on it. Originally, it was home to cattle and sheep raised by a family of farmers. Today, it was now a facility that manufactured super serums after one of the farmers' sons had an epiphany, and decided that making super serums was going to be the family business from now on.

Like sheep, people had signed up for a week's stay at the facility after hearing of previous successes. They didn't know what they had been injected with on Day One, except that they now felt much, much better. Also stronger. And smarter.

Grey hadn't bothered signing up. He was here for a different reason -- because hadn't he also consumed some sort of super serum, also on an island? Was this the same island?

He stared up at the barn through the rolling fog and darkness, and at the winding path that stretched from where he stood to the main entrance of the facility. He couldn't remember.

This marked Day Three for the patients, and in two hours it would be Day Four.

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(( this is the super serum gazette ))