As Maddy kept her eyes locked onto the terrifying silhouette of Belvius Prime, her sensory traits suddenly flared with a brand-new alert.
Far in the distance, well outside the immediate perimeter of the alleyway, a new thermal signature entered the radius of her Acute Predator Awareness. Almost simultaneously, her Death Scent trait picked up a sharp, unmistakable scent cut through the night air—the iron tang of fresh blood mixed with the distinct aroma of a severely weakened creature. Whoever this newcomer was, they were moving toward the scene, and they were already heavily injured.
Maddy's mind raced as she calculated the trajectory. If that injured person kept stumbling forward, they would walk directly into the path of the mutating, bloodthirsty hero. They wouldn't stand a chance.
A tense murmur escaped her lips as she looked back and forth between the monstrous aura of Belvius Prime and the approaching scent of blood.
