Paul's eyes widened in sudden, horrifying clarity as the full implication of the situation sank in.
"The Base," he gasped, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Without another word, he tore away from his companions, driven by a frantic urgency that pulsed through his veins like fire.
He could save them from the Hoarder if he hurried.
He now realized that it had all been a clever ploy to get him away from them so he could finish them off easily.
The whole thing now made him sure that the Hoarder wasn't working alone.
He had sped off to the Hoarder's light source almost immediately it went off yet he hadn't seen him.
In that short time his team leaders, he had gone back to the camp to attack them?
Teleportation could explain it but he waved off the idea.
The Hoarder had an accomplice.
"You would both rue the day you decided to cross me," He vowed as he rushed towards the camp.
