Chapter 32

The first rays of dawn filtered through the canopy as Caleb Vance finished organizing his new gear. He systematically checked the items within the spatial storage pouch, confirming the placement of his spare sword, tools, and water containers. With the weight manipulation sword secured and his primary axe—now huming with the faint, rhythmic pulse of its auto-repair feature—strapped to his back, he stepped out of the Minor Cloaking Array's protection. His objective was the center of the island....