The cavern was deathly silent, save for the approaching sound of numerous footsteps of all types—some resembling clawed feet in sound; others sounded like hooves; the fastest approaching set making more of a skittering sound.
Kain's grip on his sword tightened as he scanned the darkness. His senses stretched outward, trying to discern what lurked beyond the light of the fire's reach.
Kain welcomed the approach of abominations, despite their attempts to kill him, due to the Source energy they provided. However, this number sounded like too much for them to handle.
Serena's posture was taut, dagger angled low, her eyes narrowed toward the passage leading into their chamber. Malzahir shifted beside her, knife ready, his breathing slow and steady.
Then, a flicker of movement.
Shadows wavered beyond the fire's edge, a collection of shifting figures just out of sight. The sound of many non-human feet on stone grew louder, more distinct.
