Chapter 94
Wayne and Luce pushed past the toxic swamp, their search turning into an aimless trek through the dense, unforgiving greenery. Aside from the occasional wild beast, the forest was a ghost town; the winged scout they had been pursuing had vanished as if he had never existed.
Two more days of silence passed before the flyer reappeared. He circled overhead at a leisurely pace, once again ignoring their shouts.
This time, Luce and Wayne followed with a cold, calculated caution. They trailed him for hours until the terrain grew jagged with thickets of razor-sharp thorns. The scout's flight pattern was strange—he seemed to have a destination, yet he moved with a slow, baiting rhythm that set Luce's teeth on edge.
"He's luring us," Luce muttered, his brow furrowing. Wayne felt it too; they both slowed their pace, muscles tensed for an ambush.
