Meanwhile, while everyone thought their girl was dying, she was having fun in her own world.
She wasn't gasping for air. She wasn't crying for help.
Nope. Isabella was busy fighting a literal three-headed chicken that breathed fire.
"Will you just DIE already?!" she yelled, ducking another blast of flames as she hurled a glowing spear straight into one of its beady red eyes.
The damn thing squawked like a demon on steroids and regenerated the eye instantly.
"What kind of overpowered poultry—?!" she growled, already running again.
The ground below was golden sand, but the sky? Pink. Literally pink. With floating jellyfish and upside-down rain.
"Yeah, I'm totally dead," Isabella muttered as she backflipped onto a floating rock.
A voice echoed around her.
"You haven't died yet."
"Oh, shut up, creepy voice, that reminds me of Bubu!" she yelled, throwing her arms in the air. "Where were you when this demon chicken tried to roast my eyebrows?!"
