Dhug'mhar found the Scorcher at the place where the earth had turned to glass.
His strike team had ridden through the demon's territory for eight hours, the heat intensifying with each league they covered until the air itself seemed to resist their passage, pressing against their lungs with the heavy, sulphurous weight of a forge's exhaust. The Verakh scouts, ten of them, had eliminated the Scorcher's perimeter network of corrupted sentries with the silent efficiency that was their craft's foundation, each kill executed with Bufas-treated crossbow bolts that ignited the corrupted flesh and consumed it before an alarm could travel through the demon's awareness network to its master.
