The only sounds were the furious beating of wings and the roar of wind rushing past their ears.
Kain's teeth clenched as he leaned forward on the Vespid's back, his gaze locked on the distant ledge where the white glow pulsed like the beacon of a lighthouse in the dark. Behind him, Serena and Malzahir flew in close formation. Ahead, Zareth and Lina were already past the halfway point, steadily gaining ground.
They just had to keep moving.
Then—
A thunderous crack echoed behind them.
Kain turned instinctively, his heart lurching. At the edge of the chasm, shadows broke apart like splinters as something massive slammed into the stone. Cracks spiderwebbed outward, chunks crumbling and tumbling over the steep cliff.
Their pursuer—the predator in this never-ending hunt—had arrived.
Still, its body remained hidden behind the gloom of the tunnel, but one grotesquely long, jointless limb unfurled out from the darkness, slick and glinting unnaturally under the dim light.
