The Rebirth Of The Beast Tamer - Chapter 3: No Retreat

... here were stale and heavy with the scent of ancient metal. His eyes adjusted, getting hold on faint light from cracked pipes overhead.

He tore a strip from his shirt, wrapping it around his bleeding thigh, and he forced himself to stand up. The hounds wouldn’t give up, they continued to rage at the door and the storm would only draw worse Riftborn.

Kelvin needed a way out, or something to trade for his life. He limped deeper, his spear tapping the floor like a blind man’s cane. T ...