Chapter 422: The Secret Land

Elsewhere. Oliver Yale had chased those Ghosts all the way to some nameless stretch of wilderness. This was already beyond the Jexburgh Military Base's perimeter. What lay before him was a forest so dark it seemed to swallow the night itself. Cold gusts threaded through the trees, whipping the branches into a violent sway. From a distance, the whole forest looked like a pack of clawing specters, baring fangs and wailing through clenched teeth. "That's strange." Oliver halted at the edge of the...