Within Inner Expanses, every night is a battle to the death.

 

Yarut, a swordsman with flesh like stone, fights for control of his own potential and dominance over the many monsters that he calls his brethren and neighbours. Beings of all shapes and sizes combat one another in gruelling and bloody conflicts, but death is not the end. Each morning they are revived and are forced to exert their minds on inane tasks, only to end the evenings in another nightly battle. The cycle repeats itself endlessly until Yarut accomplishes his daily task and changes begin to unfold throughout his world and parallel ones.

 

Jim Lobe, unaware of the conflict in the nearby linked dimension, goes about his mundane life until the paradigm shift reaches him. His life begins to change for reasons unknown to him. His struggles and difficulties multiply and expand, but so does his joy and confidence in himself.

Two worlds push and pull one another through the fabric of space-time as our heroes face their greatest challenges. Join Yarut, Jim, and many other interesting characters in this fantasy adventure unlike any other!

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"Approaching the docks, we heard the violent smashing of wood and the clanging of metal being pounded through the cold veil of white mist that hung in the air by the coast. With a sudden gust, the pale haze cleared to reveal a beast from the brine like none I had seen before or after my time on Kioshell Island. It was roughly the same size as the fishing ship that had ferried me here and was in the process of tearing apart a vessel of similar proportions with a cold fury, pausing only to fling away huge bits of debris or adjust the monstrous maw that was its shell: the living, partially decomposed head of a sky serpent.."