The Slums were quieter than usual.
That was the first sign.
Dasha's ears twitched. The subtle sounds of life—the distant shuffling of the homeless, the wheezing coughs of the sick, the low murmurs of criminals whispering in alleyways—were suddenly gone.
It was unnatural.
His hands remained clasped behind his back as he walked beside Sun-young. His expression was unreadable, but inwardly, his mind was working at terrifying speed.
"The ground," Dasha murmured. "A monster is coming."
Sun-young didn't react right away, but he noticed the shift in her stance. Her hands tightened, her fingers briefly flexing. She had heard the warning, and more importantly—she believed him.
His warning came true and the earth split open.
