KALEL
The battlefield looked like a slaughterhouse had exploded and then been set on fire by cosmic horror enthusiasts.
Blood—red, black, silver, and colors that didn't have names—soaked into earth that still steamed from dimensional tears. Chunks of void-spawn anatomy littered the ground like macabre confetti, slowly dissolving into harmless ash now that the Abyss was sealed. The air reeked of copper, ozone, and something that tasted like burnt starlight.
But it was the wounded that made my chest tight with purpose that burned hotter than any rage I'd ever felt.
Ransom lay propped against a shattered tree, his left arm hanging at an angle that suggested multiple fractures. Void-corruption had carved spiraling patterns across his torso, the wounds weeping silvery fluid that tried to re
