Chapter 164 The Wave

Maeve picked up the ball of light. The deep blue glow faded from her palm, leaving her with a haphazardly folded piece of coarse paper that smelled strongly of the sea.

Maeve carefully unfolded the paper. It was crammed with crooked English words, broken grammar, and countless misspellings—clearly, whoever wrote this wasn't a native speaker.

[This is Zone 1985, the core of wild tempest in the Astr