Chapter 72

The night was tranquil, moonlight pouring down like liquid silver across the boundless land.

A fire crackled in a makeshift stove fashioned from scrap metal barrels. A radio sitting on the open ground played festive music—the Wraiths were celebrating a week’s worth of meat hauls.

But when Lin Mo and Brutus clashed in a brutal melee, that celebratory scene shattered.