The Reaper Forest was starting to feel less like a place of terror and more like a never-ending grindfest in a bad dream.
Four Days Since Leaving the Center…
The journey away from the central anomaly had been… well, repetitive. Wake up. Pack up camp. Get attacked by a monster. Kill monster. Move forward. Repeat.
Every. Single. Day.
The scenery didn't help. Reaper Forest wasn't exactly known for variety. Gnarled trees, twisted vines, fog that never burned off even in full daylight, and an omnipresent feeling that something, everything wanted to kill you. Even the birds sounded judgmental.
Darin had stopped naming the monsters they fought. There were just too many. Some were small, scuttling things with barbed legs and acidic spit. Others were towering brutes with bone plating and zero brain cells.
The company made a game of it.
