Chapter 147: Shadow Watcher and Core's Foul Aura
From shadowed stone ledges tucked high above the dungeon's winding central passage, Shana lingered unseen, her form melted seamlessly into pitch black crevices where not even torchlight or floating magic orbs could catch her silhouette.
Her sharp gaze never strayed far from the small trio trekking below, every shift of Hannah's cloak, every quick handed trap check Toby performed, every ready grip Mike kept on his firearm fell under her meticulous observation.
Outside these dungeon walls, distant thunderous roars and shuffling horde footsteps rolled nonstop, the endless stream of mutated beasts continuously pouring out from dungeon exits to trudge toward Spartan City's defensive gates.
It took only careful silent scrutiny for the hidden scout to confirm an unsettling truth: these monsters did not move on primal instinct alone.
