es, and the prospect of combing through them while remaining undetected was daunting. Even with their plan in place, the scale of the task before them was immense.
Rhox, her gaze focused on Vixkorn, felt a subtle shift in the air, a prickling along her senses that sent a shiver down her spine. Her orange eyes, a trait inherited from her Corvi lineage, began to glow faintly as her vision sharpened, allowing her to pierce through the layers of mist and darkness that obscured the city's streets. "And it seems we are not alone," she said, her voice low but firm. Her sharp eyes caught subtle movements among the shadows within Vixkorn—a flicker here, a shift there, just enough to hint at hidden dangers lying in wait. "I can see movement from here," she continued, her tone tinged with tension. "There are definitely Hive bugs lurking within the ruins."
