The dawn did not break over the Borderlands; it simply leaked through the gray shroud of the sky like a bruised infection. Kael stood at the edge of the camp, his tactical boots sinking into the ash-heavy soil of the valley floor. He adjusted the strap of his carbon-fiber chest rig, feeling the familiar weight of his sidearm and the hilt of the Dravenian blade at his back. Beneath the reinforced fabric of his suit, his skin hummed with a restless, predatory energy. Ravryn was pacing within the shared cage of their ribs, his hackles raised at the scent of the sulfurous air.
The Hollows is watching, Kael. I can taste their hunger in the wind, Ravryn growled, his voice a low, electric vibration echoing in the back of Kaels mind.
I know, Kael thought back, his jaw tightening as he scanned th
