Luna walked with one hand trailing along the wall. Her eyes glowed faintly with her origin ability. "The space here folds in on itself. Multiple overlapping layers. We must choose paths carefully or risk looping forever."
Snow suddenly hissed. The cat arched its back and stared into a side passage. Logan turned. Shadows moved there. Not ordinary darkness. They writhed like living smoke.
"Contact," he warned.
Three figures emerged from the passage. They wore tattered remains of hunter uniforms. Their eyes were vacant. Skin pale and stretched tight over bones. They moved with unnatural jerkiness.
"Survivors?" Ethan stepped forward.
One of the figures lunged. Its mouth opened wider than humanly possible. A silent scream. Logan reacted first. He channeled his origin ability. A wave of force rippled outward. It slammed into the attacker and hurled it against the wall. The impact echoed strangely. As if sound itself lagged behind.
