The Agra worshippers continued their search, oblivious to the danger that lurked in the shadows, their eyes scanning the undergrowth, their hands never straying far from their weapons.
"This fucking forest," one of them spat, kicking at a patch of moss. "It's unnatural. Too green. Makes me want to puke."
"All these goddamn flowers," another grumbled, crushing a delicate blue blossom under his heel. "They're an insult to chaos. We should burn this whole place to the ground."
"Where the hell are those Ava-loving bastards hiding?" a third muttered, his gaze darting around nervously. "They can't have gotten far."
Michael and Gaya, perched high above, watched them with predatory grins.
"Two down, eighteen to go," Gaya purred, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
