Chapter 18

The Stonebrook Labyrinth was less of a maze and more of a systematic culling ground. Five hours into the damp, lightless depths of the lower caverns, Elara swung her arm in a tight arc, sending a pulse of emerald energy through the skull of the last remaining zombie. It collapsed into a heap of rotting rags and brittle bone. Nearby, the carcasses of seven stalker hounds lay scattered, their shadowy hides dissipating into the cavern floor. She didn't feel winded. If anything, the rhythmic violence...