Darren surged through the forest like a force of nature, his heavy boots pounding against the earth with a relentless rhythm.
Twin axes rested in his hands, their gleaming edges catching slivers of moonlight that filtered through the thick canopy above, it had taken a lot of time to scout them in this forest but he was finally on the right path.
Around him, faint traces of soul energy shimmered in the air, coiling and uncoiling like a restless serpent.
He could feel them now — their presence as vivid as a flame in the dark. Three distinct signatures, flickering with life.
The strongest of them, a blinding beacon, had to be the man they spoke of—the cloaked enigma who had reduced his squad to ash.
Darren's lips curled into a snarl, his fingers tightening around the hafts of his axes.
"Cocky bastard," he muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl.
