Phew… Lumian exhaled steadily and reined in his racing thoughts. He slung his shotgun over his shoulder and clipped on his axe. Leaving the semi-subterranean two-story building perched on the edge of the wild, he strode into the dream ruins.
Tracking a familiar route through the dense forest, he crept deeper into the tangle of collapsed houses towards the hulking "peak" of crumbling red stone.
Thick fog clung to the somber sky, weeds rasped at his feet. The whole world was darkened, bleak.
Soon Lumian left familiar ground behind, plunging into the heart of the ruins.
He scanned the ruins constantly, cataloging every trace, theorizing how each might be useful in a fight.
Caution slowed his progress but hunting taught caution and carefulness above all.
Finally, a clue. Fresh footprints, seemingly human. Tucked behind a jumble of rubble at the road's edge, cunningly concealed.
