Chapter 28

The forest floor was a chaotic tapestry of churned mud, splintered wood, and the lingering ozone smell of dark lightning. Caleb Vance crouched, his breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. His muscles spasmed from the previous shock, a lingering vibration that threatened to turn his limbs to jelly. To his left, the demon leader shifted his weight, the massive greatsword in his hands catching the filtered sunlight. Behind the leader, the scrawny underling stood with palms upturned, his lips moving...