The shadows began to move three nights after the Eternal Dawn.
Michael was in his study, reviewing reports from the Alliance about the continent's recovery, when the candles flickered. He looked up, his instincts on edge. The shadows in the corner of the room seemed to be stretching, reaching toward him like living things.
He stood, his hand moving to the blade at his side. "Who's there?"
No answer. But the shadows continued to move, twisting and writhing in ways that defied the laws of nature. Michael watched them, his heart pounding, his mind racing.
Then the shadows spoke.
"Michael Voss. The Hollow Punch. The one who has defeated every enemy, sealed every darkness, and saved the world more times than anyone can count." The voice was ancient, cold, and utterly inhuman. "But you have
