Vix moved in front of Caine, shielding him, fear and loathing pooling inside her. He, too, had just noticed the metal face of the man standing before them. A mixture of horror and fury intermingled across his disguised features.

The hood concealing the man’s face shifted even further as he looked at them. Vix gasped slightly. She had expected to see the Riverman’s skull face leering at her, with its awful, orange, piercing eyes. But the face of the gray cloaked man was different, ...