Chapter 291: Lyrate’s Night Dance
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.
My mind wandered briefly—to North, and to Unit 02. But I pushed the thoughts down before they settled. I didn’t want to think about them. Not right now.
Time passed slowly. The night stretched on, cool and quiet, but I stayed completely still, focused on the boundary of my perception.
Then....I felt it.
A disturbance. Like ripples in still water, movement entered my perception range.
A small smile tugged at my lips.
"They’re here."