The southern cluster was a graveyard in slow motion. Four interconnected Fractures, each one a pocket of trapped source-world ecology, each one filled with creatures that had been starving for years and were willing to kill anything that moved. Cael moved through them like a man cleaning house.
It had been six days since he'd killed the segmented apex. Six days of working through the cluster chamber by chamber, cataloguing fauna patterns, mapping the dimensional tears, and harvesting shell imprints from things that had been old when the guild first sealed the site. His jacket was beyond saving. His shoulder had healed enough to move without pain. And his level was climbing.
Not fast. The Hollow class didn't do fast. But it was climbing.
The skill that made it possible was one he'd picke
