I sat cross-legged on one of the peaks, eyes closed, surrounded by the stillness of night. Distant shrieks and guttural growls echoed across the mountain range, abominations stirring in the dark but I ignored them all.
My perception was focused on a single point, the entry path where the Holts usually slipped into the range. Azalea had told me they'd be investigating tonight. I was waiting.
The plan was simple: kill the investigation party, capture one of them, and drag them back for interrogation.
I had briefly considered attacking their base to cause chaos, but now that I could freely move in and out of the realm, that kind of stunt felt unnecessary. Risky, even. It would only put them on high alert.
Besides, I needed more information. I wanted to know what Steve was up to outside. What plans they'd come up with. And I wouldn't mind flexing a little when I showed up again in front of Arkas and Edgar with results they couldn't even imagine.
