And around them, faint sounds of movement could be heard.
Creatures stalking through the undergrowth, watching these new arrivals with interest.
Jack's perception caught glimpses. Scales sliding across bark, eyes reflecting non-existent light, bodies shifting position to get better angles.
They were being hunted.
{Um, Jack} Oscar's voice carried nervous excitement. {We have company. Lots of company.}
'I know,' Jack thought back. 'Fifteen entities. Eighteen spreading out in coordinated positions. One staying back, directing the others.'
{And we're just... walking into their ambush?}
'It adds more excitement, Oscar.'
Behind him, Kaedor's rings clicked together frantically.
The demon kept glancing at the mist, at the shadows between trees, his instincts screaming that something was wrong.
"Master," Kaedor whispered, his voice barely audible. "Something's wrong. The jungle's too quiet. The smaller creatures have fled. That means..."
