Van Helsing - Miles And Miles ... <INSTANT — 2026>

Van Helsing stepped forward, his silhouette sharp against the rising moon. He didn't feel fear; he felt the familiar, cold weight of duty. The road was long, the journey was grueling, and the destination was usually a grave. But as the creature lunged, Gabriel met it mid-air, the silver flashing like a fallen star. The miles were behind him. The fight was now.

"It’s him," Van Helsing corrected, drawing a silver-edged kukri. "And he’s tired of running." Van Helsing - Miles and Miles ...

Beside him, Carl—the friar whose nervous energy was the only thing keeping them awake—tripped over a jagged root. "Technically, Gabriel, it’s leagues. And if my map is even remotely accurate, which, given the cartographer was a madman in a dungeon, is a coin toss, we are still three days from the Borgo Pass." Van Helsing stepped forward, his silhouette sharp against