The strange multicolored lights of the Graveyard of Stars cast everything in an unsettling glow as Cain made his way toward Floki's position.
The landscape was jagged and hostile, with broken rocks jutting from the cracked earth, pools of something that definitely wasn't mere water bubbling in the distance. Overhead, the endless expanse of floating debris held in place by incomprehensible forces was the perfect backdrop for impending chaos.
Floki stood at the edge of their temporary camp, his expression grim. Beside him were three other scouts, all looking equally tense.
"Show me," Cain said without preamble.
Floki pointed toward a ridge about half a mile away. Even from this distance, Cain could see movement.
Lots of it.
"They came from the northeast about ten minutes ago," Floki explained, his voice low. "They stopped when they spotted our camp and haven't moved since."
