Chapter 4 — Mists of Deception

Logan Kane

The Ravine loomed before Logan like a jagged wound carved into the earth, its shadowy depths shrouded in an eerie mist that clung to the jagged rock walls like a veil. The chill of the night air seeped through his worn leather jacket, but he paid it no mind. His silver-gray eyes, sharp as a blade’s edge, scanned the rugged terrain with practiced precision, every sense honed to detect the faintest sign of movement. The Ravine had become more than a refuge in his years of exile—it was a crucible, forcing him to sharpen his instincts and survive. Tonight, it was his vantage point, a place where secrets could be unearthed and truths laid bare.