Leo saw it then: a dead tree, its twisted silhouette a ragged cut against the night sky.
The Mirror Blade-stalker was closing in, the grinding chime of its fractured carapace a promise of imminent death.
He was less than fifty meters from the tree when the ground vanished from under his feet. Hope had been a fatal distraction.
For one sickening moment, Leo hung in the darkness, his stomach lurching as gravity asserted its claim. His father’s
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