"Come on." I said annoyed, staring at the outpost entrance. The words mostly for myself.
Small structure, mountain on three sides, visible damage to the exterior. Exactly the kind of place that should have been empty.
"Every outpost has to hold something." I added.
Kira looked at me. "What kind of something?" she asked. Her voice carried the tired resignation of someone who had learned that 'something' was rarely good.
"Small." I replied while keeping the spheres spinning and reaching further with my sense. The presence was tucked deep into the far corner, pressed against the wall like it was trying to become part of it. Fast heartbeat. Warm. Alive. "Not a Corruptor. Something much smaller."
"How small?" Finn asked.
"Small enough that I almost missed it." I said.
