The streets they had crossed before now twisted in unfamiliar ways. Archways that had led to open plazas now curved into narrow corridors. The towering remnants of buildings cast long, unnatural shadows. The ruins were shifting, rearranging themselves around them.
Jude stopped. "This isn't right."
Lyara cursed under her breath. "It's leading us somewhere."
The thought sent a shiver down his spine. "Or keeping us from leaving."
She turned sharply. "We don't have time for this. Keep moving."
He followed, his gaze flicking to the edges of his vision. The shadows stretched longer than they should have, moving in ways that defied logic. The ruins weren't just abandoned, they were alive in some way, reacting to them, pulling them deeper.
