Addison nodded, understanding what the warrior was trying to convey. At the very least, it meant she could focus her attention elsewhere; she no longer had to divide her thoughts across every wall.
And so, she pushed herself to work faster.
She couldn't afford to wait for Zion and Maxwell to return. There was no telling how long that would take, and by then, it might already be too late.
She had to find it herself.
But no matter how determined she was, or how desperately she searched, time slipped through her fingers.
Hours passed.
And still, nothing.
She couldn't find the source.
Meanwhile, the toll of the battle grew heavier with each passing moment. The injured came and went in waves, some barely able to stand, others collapsing the moment they were brought back. Many had already pushed beyond their limits, so much so that even their wolves could no longer heal their wounds. They had exhausted too much energy, stretched themselves too far.
