They moved through the city, quickening their pace after Finn had told Seraphina his plan. In his mind, it was an absolute stroke of genius.
The plan? Go directly toward whatever was making that monstrous roar and guttural grumbling deep in the cave.
Finn couldn't believe he had come up with such a flawless idea. In fact, it was so brilliant that even Seraphina was following along. That alone confirmed it—he was a complete mastermind. This plan was going to solve everything.
The city around them remained unchanged—deserted, lifeless—just like the other places they'd seen. But the closer they got to where the sound came from, the more Finn noticed a pattern: the buildings here looked like their owners had fled in a blind panic, belongings scattered everywhere. Farther away from the sound, things looked abandoned in a rush. Closer to the source? Everything was left in eerie, deliberate order.
