Kain got his answer within days of them setting off for their destination.
Bodies frozen in expressions of horror lay across the floor of the cavern they had just ventured into.
Their once-vibrant forms were now barely recognizable, already well into decay. Black patches of contamination crawled across their bodies like an invasive plague, sparing only their faces—which were frozen into expressions of pain and horror of their final moments.
The group stood in silence. Even without confirming their identities, they already knew.
Jax. Ryn. Valentina.
'That brings the list of the dead up to 6…only a 50% survival rate.'
Zareth took a trembling step forward, his expression hard, but his clenched jaw and trembling fists betrayed the depth of his grief. Now that Kain thought about it, the Starchaser Ryn and Zareth seemed to be the closest. Ryn had even been one of the individuals Zareth had called to enter the Obari tribe when looking for a cure.
