The rescue operation had stretched on for more than twenty-four hours.
The waters of Drakensmar continued to rise, swallowing streets and alleys, soon destined to submerge the city entirely. What had once been a bustling metropolis was now a graveyard beneath the waves.
Hundreds had been rescued. Thousands had perished.
A flickering searchlight cut through the encroaching darkness, its beam wavering as it found them.
The sound of footsteps wading in the water heralded the approach of a rescue team.
Xhi spoke softly, her voice slipping into Lugh's mind like a whisper.
It will be best if you do not speak. Observe, learn, and imitate the humans. I know you can do this.
Lugh nodded once, his expression impassive. He had no reason to argue. Words could betray him, they could unveil the terrible truth of what he had become.
The soldiers arrived, flashlights sweeping across the ruins. As the beams landed on the pair, a collective shudder rippled through the team.
