Rumble…
Just as Marcus prepared to move, a thunderous roar erupted from the far side of Red Locust Grove. The ground trembled beneath his feet, the sound swelling rapidly until it resembled ten thousand horses charging straight toward him.
Marcus froze.
'What the hell was that?'
The sheer volume of the noise sent a jolt of alarm through him. Even the red locust bees reacted instantly. Hundreds broke formation and surged toward the disturbance, their buzzing rising into a sharp, agitated chorus.
Something was wrong.
Marcus abandoned the idea of advancing. He quickly signaled Blackie and slipped behind a nearby red locust tree, concealing himself within the thick trunk's shadow while he observed the situation.
Crash. Crack.
