Chapter 30

Caleb sat by the remains of his fire, the flickering orange light dancing off the pile of gear he had stripped from the demon leader. He reached for the runed bracelets first. They were heavy, cold to the touch, and etched with intricate, swirling patterns that seemed to pulse with a faint, dormant light. He turned them over in his hands, tracing the grooves with a calloused thumb. He tried to push his intent into the metal, imagining a spark of life or a mental connection, but the silver surface...