Sam steadied his breathing and tightened his grip, bracing himself for a fight if it ever came to that.
The heavy fog that surrounded him made it hard to see anything beyond a faint glow, but his [Aura Radar] allowed him to sense three distinct presences standing ahead.
Something had fallen from the sky only moments earlier, striking the ground with a weight that sent a dull tremor through the air.
Whatever it was, it hadn't attacked yet, but Sam kept his guard up all the same.
He waited, still and silent, as the mist slowly began to thin.
Seconds stretched longer than they should have, each one filled with quiet tension.
Finally, the last of the haze faded, revealing what had been hidden from view.
The so-called "object" that had fallen wasn't an object at all.
It was a massive scale, ancient and worn, its metal dark with age.
Three platforms rested atop it like balanced plates, each one perfectly level despite their weight.
And standing on each platform was a figure.
