They didn't waste any time and started running.
The forest blurred past in streaks of green and brown. Holden led the way, his new Shadow-Weave boots covering up the distance without making a sound. Lyra followed close behind, her spear ready. Emric struggled to keep up, his injured arm tucked against his chest. Renna stayed in the back with her bow ready, watching the trees.
The screaming on the radio had stopped. That was somehow worse than the noise itself.
Holden tracked the signal through the dense undergrowth. The emergency broadcast had been brief, but Maeve had already pinged him the coordinates through a secondary channel. Four miles northeast. Moving fast.
It took them about twelve minutes.
The clearing opened up ahead. It was about sixty feet across, with a massive boulder at the center. And around that boulder was hell.
Th ground was covered in purple sludge.
