Chapter 34

Caleb Vance sat perched on a thick, gnarled branch high within the canopy of an ancient oak, his back pressed against the rough bark. The air near the center of the island was thick with the scent of ozone and rotting vegetation, a byproduct of the red pillar of light that dominated the horizon. He bit into a wild apple he had foraged earlier, the tart juice a sharp contrast to the stale metallic tang of the air. It had been two nights of scouting, two nights of watching the Breach pulsate like...