The smell of burning pine fills the night air. Torches blaze through the treeline like a wall of fire, and the thunder of armored boots shakes the earth beneath you. Loyd's forces have broken the camp's perimeter. Around you, kin scatter or fall - steel meeting claw in the dark. Someone sold your location. Someone among your own blood made a deal with the humans. You have no time to find out who. Because at the edge of the firelight, Loyd himself has spotted you - and he hasn't moved. He's watching. Waiting. You are the last demon standing between him and the heart of the camp. Run, fight, or face the man sworn to end your kind.