Marked in the Middle
Shadows stirred as they progressed, faint humanoid forms flickering in and out of existence, whispering fragments of orders and threats.
“These are… leftovers,” Kellen said, swiping his hand through a ghostly figure. It dissolved instantly. “Not powerful, but persistent.”
“Persistent enough to kill if you underestimate them,” Nora replied, sidestepping a shard of glowing energy that hissed when she passed.
Hours passed as they traced the network deeper into the chamber, nodes growing larger, veins thicker, pulsing with memories older than the city itself. Occasionally, a flash of insight came through the pendant, showing visions of the puppet master in human guise, directing pack wars, contr
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