"Another outsider... but you're not him." The Krell Alpha's voice was low, edged with curiosity as it stepped forward. "Who are you people? Are you connected to him?"
Draeven's eyes narrowed. He could tell instantly—this thing was strong. Not quite on the level of the Hellworm they'd killed, but despite that it's more dangerous.
It was smarter. Sharper.
"Outsider?" the magus spoke up, his tone shifting. "Where did you meet him?"
His eyes lit up with interest. Finally—a lead.
The Traveler he'd been hunting might be close. His fingers twitched slightly with impatience.
If this was the clue he needed, then he could quickly finish the mission and return to the surface.
"I'm the one asking questions," the Krell Alpha shot back without flinching.
It wasn't that he didn't sense the magus's strength—he just didn't care. There was no fear in his stance, no hesitation.
Whatever power the magus held didn't register as a threat to him.
