I nodded, exhaling slowly. "Then let's get it over with, quietly if we're lucky. I'd like to survive one with overwhelming success."
We fell back into formation—Vance and I taking the front, Ronan and Nythera holding the rear—and stepped back into the darkness. The pulse came again, fainter this time, more distant, though almost deliberate, leaving me feeling as though I was being strung along, lured into some kind of trap.
"Anyone else getting sacrificial lamb vibes?" I muttered, keeping my voice low, mostly to break the silence clinging to us like a second skin.
Nythera's voice floated from behind me, soft and uncertain. "It feels like we're walking into the maw of a great beast," and that pretty much was how I had felt.
