"Thirty-one minutes," Azryth said quietly.
It felt like we'd been walking for days.
The compass needle held steady, pointing into the thickening gray, whatever we were approaching, we were getting close.
Then I felt it.
A presence.
Something tells me arbiters would feel ancient and cold and inhuman, but this felt different, hungry, and aware.
Watching.
"Azryth," I said quietly.
"I feel it." His power started manifesting, flames flickering at his shoulders. "Something's following us."
I looked back, but there was nothing, just gray void and distant debris.
The presence grew stronger, closer.
Not following anymore.
Hunting.
"What is it?" I whispered.
"I don't…"
The gray behind us exploded.
