The cave wall dissolved around him like wet paper.
Viktor stepped through solid stone as if it were morning mist, the Infinite Sword Dominion's marked-teleportation carrying him from Millbrook to the exact spot he had marked two days prior.
The cave interior was dim. Damp. The single torch he had left wedged in a wall crack had burned down to a nub, casting a feeble orange glow across the wet stone walls. The air smelled like minerals and earth and something else.
Food.
Roasted meat. Herbs. Someone had been cooking.
His eyes adjusted. The cave was the same one where he had left his aunt Evriana Ktorian after a night of exhaustive, relentless fucking. The bedroll was still there. The small fire pit, constructed from stacked flat stones, held embers. A wooden spit, improvised from a branch, held the remains of a rabbit. The meat was half-eaten.
On the far wall, the demon girl was tied.
