Chapter 23

Caleb Vance exhaled a sharp, jagged breath and reached down, grabbing the unconscious Abyssal Terror by the collar of its strange leather armor. He heaved, slinging the demon scout over his shoulder. The movement sent a white-hot spike of agony through his torso, his broken ribs grinding against one another. He let out a low, involuntary whimper, his knees buckling for a fraction of a second before he braced himself. He couldn't afford to leave a clear trail. The blood dripping from his own...