Van Helsing - Miles And Miles ... May 2026

"Is that... them?" Carl whispered, fumbling for a vial of holy water.

The distance between them and their quarry had shrunk from miles to yards in a heartbeat. From the tree line, a shape detached itself—a towering mass of elongated limbs and pale, translucent skin. It moved with a sickening fluidity, blurring the line between man and beast. Van Helsing - Miles and Miles ...

Should we focus the next chapter on the or follow their desperate escape through the pass? "Is that

"It’s him," Van Helsing corrected, drawing a silver-edged kukri. "And he’s tired of running." From the tree line, a shape detached itself—a

"Miles and miles," he muttered, his voice a gravelly rasp. "It’s always miles and miles."

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.