I took the cube into my inventory.
The tremors were no longer just vibrations I felt through my boots. They had turned into sound, a low rhythmic percussion coming from below and ahead, the kind of noise that got louder in a very specific direction.
Toward me.
I had a handful of moments before they surfaced. Silver serpents were fast on the ground and faster underground, dirt did not slow them down. Outrunning them to escape was not a strategy I was willing to bet my survival on.
I activated Sense.
Ten. I could feel ten of them already near me, their bodies moving at angles that were converging on my position. Not scattered, not random. The pack was hunting with coordination even without the Acolyte. Maybe the final instruction from the Acolyte still resided in their subconscious.
Or they were just angry.
Either option was bad.
I crouched and picked up a small rock from the ground. It would be my weapon against them.
