The tremors came first.
A low, almost imperceptible rumble pulsed beneath their feet—barely noticeable at first.
But it grew stronger and stronger with time until it couldn't be ignored even if they wanted to—followed by a metallic screech like twisted gears grinding inside bone.
Zareth didn't hesitate. "We've got company."
The others snapped into formation, spreading out in practiced efficiency as they summoned their respective contracts and scouted the tunnel entrances trying to place from which one the approaching enemy was coming. Moments later, from the shadows of one of the tunnels, they emerged—abominations.
Worse still, these weren't the average kind—they carried that strange fusion of Source and Abyssal energies.
