Kulas and I exchanged a long, intense look, a silent understanding passing between us. The heavy suspicion that had been brewing over the past few days had suddenly crystallized into an urgent, alarming reality.
Within a fraction of a second, our bodies moved in perfect synchronization, driven by a shared, desperate instinct. We abandoned the doorway and hurried inside, our footsteps echoing rapidly against the polished floorboards as we launched an immediate search for Nilo.
The layout of the massive packhouse loomed ahead of us. When we crossed the threshold and stepped into the expansive main house, we instinctively turned to the left side of the grand corridor, hoping to intercept the Gamma before he could slip away entirely.
Instead of finding Nilo, however, we rounded a corner and came to an abrupt halt.
