Corbin plunged deeper into the forest, weaving between ancient trees to evade the swarming Hounds.
Persistent bastards, he thought. He knew from his past life just how tenacious they could be.
He called up his Voyager's Chart, a faint shimmer in the corner of his vision, and took a quick tally of the red dots pursuing him. Thirty-six Hounds, and their numbers were only growing.
Just as he processed the thought, a new unit of Hounds
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