Chapter 42

Caleb Vance moved through the shifting shadows of the forest with a heavy, rhythmic stride. His face, marked by the permanent scarring from his encounter with the demons, remained set in a grim mask. The camp he had abandoned was a memory now, replaced by the necessity of the hunt. He checked his mental map, orienting himself toward the southeast where the jagged silhouette of the mountain pierced the canopy. He needed progress. The [Executioner] class demanded blood and experience that the...