Chapter 23 The Price Of Immortality

The moon sat low in the sky, making a pale light on the ravaged earth. In the barren wild, Kaiza stuttered breaths like flints, harsh and wheezing in time with the stones beneath his callous feet. It hurt to walk, his body still shaking from his savage battle with his Weaver in the Heraklem Cave. The wound at his side pulsed with every movement, but what weighed heavier than that was even more agonizing; it weighed on his very soul.