Chapter 35

Two days of silent observation from the canopy had stripped away any lingering illusions. Caleb watched the demon settlement through the gaps in the shifting, purple-veined leaves. Below, the invaders didn't just move like programmed entities; they ate, they argued, and they bled when they stumbled over the jagged, growing roots of the demon forest. They were living, breathing beings with a culture that favored brutal efficiency. He saw a group of Shadow Stalkers sharing a meal of charred...