Chapter 27

The arrowhead slammed into Caleb's gut with the force of a sledgehammer, nearly forcing his breakfast back up his throat. The impact doubled him over, his breath hitching as the sharp tip punched through the looted demon armor. He felt the cold bite of steel sliding into his flesh, but it ground to a halt barely two centimeters deep. His skin and muscle, hardened by his endurance and the recent evolution of his body, acted like a layer of dense rubber. He gasped, hand flying to the shaft....