Chapter 94

At the edge of a massive crater in the middle of the tutorial forest, two figures sat in silence, drinking. The epicenter of the depression still bore the gruesome, faint outline of what had once been a person, marked by small smidgens of blood that had refused to wash away. Several empty bottles lay scattered around them, glinting in the dim light. Kyle took a long pull from his bottle, savoring the cool, bitter liquid. He hadn't tasted beer for over two months. The simple, domestic flavor felt...