(Third Person).
Just as Draven, Meredith, and Dennis steadied themselves in the eerie silence, three more figures emerged from between the trees. They were tall, lean, and deadly.
The air grew heavier. Their eyes glowed like dying embers, their pale skin almost luminous under the full moon.
One of them stood ahead of the others, his stance commanding. He was the leader.
Through the mind-link, Draven's calm, commanding voice brushed through Meredith and Dennis's thoughts:
"The one in the center is their leader. Don't touch him. He is Brackham's gift."
Dennis chuckled darkly. "You always did have a taste for trouble, brother," he said through the link, amusement curling in his tone. "And that's the kind of gift that will bring Brackham's whole government to its knees."
