Chapter 31

The twin suns of this alien world began their ascent, casting long, orange-tinted shadows over the small campsite. Caleb Vance sat by the embers of his fire, his breathing shallow and ragged. The night had been a grueling marathon of internal reconstruction. He had spent hours forcing cosmic energy through the pathways of his own nervous system, refining the circulation pattern that kept him alive in this hostile environment. His body was a map of trauma—deep lacerations from the Shadow-Hound...