The cave system beneath the Thunder Wyvern's carcass stretched deeper than Harold's group had initially explored. What had seemed like a simple shelter revealed itself to be part of an extensive underground network, carved by centuries of water flow and expanded by creatures that had used these tunnels as dens.
Sarah pressed herself against the rough stone wall, picking up the systematic sounds of their pursuers above. Not the random movement of scavengers, but coordinated search patterns that spoke of intelligence and purpose.
"They're not giving up," she whispered to Professor Harold, who crouched beside her in the narrow passage. "Whatever those groups are, they know we're down here."
Harold nodded grimly, his healing abilities useless against an enemy they couldn't even see. "Elena, what are you picking up?"
