Chapter 26

Caleb Vance woke before the first sliver of light touched the canopy. He lay still for several minutes, listening to the rhythm of the forest. The usual chorus of nocturnal insects had long since faded, replaced by a heavy, expectant silence that felt thicker than the morning mist. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the phantom itch of the wounds that had been largely knitted back together by the surge of cosmic energy accompanying his new class. The Executioner class had reshaped him, leaving...