Chapter 65

The darkness of the Burrow's End dungeon was thick with the scent of musk and drying blood. Kyle adjusted his grip on his bow, his eyes scanning the cavern floor. His mana was at a reasonable level, and his stamina hadn't bottomed out yet, but the grind was starting to show. He checked his Enchanted Arrow Quiver; it was more than half-full, though the weight felt different than it had an hour ago. Below him, a pack of four badgers snuffled through the dirt. They were massive creatures, their...