Dawn bled across the Hollow Plains, a dim smear of crimson pushing the shadows back. By dawn, their resolve was in alignment.
They had a mission to complete today.
The ruined farmhouse stood behind them, a brief sanctuary they were now leaving behind. For once, they weren't fleeing. For once, they were the ones hunting. Their steps were measured, deliberate, and heavy with purpose.
Ethan led from the front, the Wheel pulsing faintly at the back of his mind. His eyes were fixed east, where the collapsed bridge smoldered on the horizon like the corpse of some fallen titan.
Jonas walked along with stubborn determination, while Travis followed beside him grumbling about backtracking into hell.
Kara's spear glinted in the morning haze. Mira's wind stirred faintly, carrying the scent of ash. Reid walked slow but upright, eyes sharp.
As for Holt, he ranged ahead, scanning for threats with his tracker's gaze.
