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Chapter 28: Hollow Refuge

Cel’s hand froze mid-thrust, blade still buried in the tooth’s socket.

Another tremor. The walls around him contracted slightly, muscle tensing beneath slick tissue.

‘Shit.’

It was waking up.

He wrenched Silent Moon free and scanned the darkness, mind racing. The plan he’d formulated while carving teeth – what to do if the creature woke – crystallized with sudden urgency.

The nearest empty socket gaped perhaps three steps away, a hollow wound in the creature’s flesh where he’d torn free a tooth. Dark. Deep enough to wedge himself in.

Cel dismissed Silent Moon with a thought. The blade dissolved into moonlight threads that unraveled and vanished, plunging him into absolute darkness. His left hand shot out,