"Move! Move!"
Kaela's voice cracked as she screamed the command, her legs burning as she forced herself through the narrow corridor.
Behind her, the sounds of pursuit echoed—wet, scraping noises that made her skin crawl, accompanied by chittering that seemed to come from everywhere at once.
"I'm trying!" Jaren gasped beside her, his face pale and slick with sweat.
The young Searcher clutched his side where blood seeped through his fingers, the wound from their earlier encounter still bleeding despite the healing salve they'd applied.
Behind them both, Marcus brought up the rear, his sword drawn despite the trembling in his hands. The veteran Searcher's usual confidence had vanished, replaced by barely controlled terror.
They were the last three.
An hour ago, their team had numbered twelve—experienced Searchers exploring the Dungeon of Malice, one of the border dungeons that existed in the strange territories between Aether and Nether lands.
