"Who sent you?" Cal demanded, his voice firm.
The harpy's gaze held a mix of defiance and desperation. Her strength was waning, her struggles weaker with every passing moment.
"Tell me," Cal repeated, his grip unyielding.
The harpy's breath came in ragged gasps, her strength reduced to a mere fraction of what it had been. With a defeated sigh, she finally spoke.
"A deal," she hissed. "A promise of power... in exchange for your capture."
Cal's jaw tightened, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle. Someone wanted him out of the picture, someone who would make deals with creatures of darkness.
"Who?" Cal pressed, his voice laced with urgency.
The harpy's eyes held a glimmer of resignation. "A nameless one—a shadow in the abyss. He seeks to disrupt the balance—to plunge the worlds into chaos."
Cal's grip loosened as he took in her words. The threat was more significant than he had anticipated—an enemy hidden in the shadows, a puppeteer of darkness.
With a final exhale, the harpy's body went limp, her struggles ceasing. Cal released her, his thoughts heavy as he stood over her fallen form.
Cal's chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, his senses still heightened from the adrenaline of the encounter. The moonlight illuminated the scene, casting an eerie glow over the fallen harpy and the surrounding woods. His amber eyes remained locked on her, a mixture of determination and wariness in his gaze.
He knew he had to act swiftly. The information he had extracted was vital, but the threat posed by the shadowy figure was not something he could face alone. He needed to bring this knowledge to his allies, to those who stood with him against the forces that sought to disrupt the balance.
As Cal turned to leave, his thoughts shifted to Lucas and Stella. Lucas, with his experience and insights, could potentially shed light on the nameless enemy. Stella, with her connection to The Observers, might have information that could prove crucial.
He made his way back to the city, his steps swift and purposeful. The night air was filled with a sense of urgency, a reminder that time was of the essence. As he reached his apartment, he knew that the next steps he took would be crucial in unraveling the mysteries that had been set in motion.
Cal's fingers danced over his phone's keypad, sending a message to both Lucas and Stella. He informed them of the encounter with the harpy, of the nameless one who sought to disrupt the balance, and of the urgent need for them to come together to face this new threat.
The minutes stretched into an eternity as he waited for their responses. He knew that this battle required unity, the combined strength of nephilim with different abilities and backgrounds. And as the responses finally came in, his heart lifted—a sign that his call for assistance had been heard.
Lucas's message came first: "Meet at our usual spot. We need to strategize."
Stella's response followed: "I'm on my way. We'll face this together."
Cal's lips curved into a determined smile. He had made the right choice in joining forces with Stella and The Observers. Their unity was their greatest weapon against the shadows that threatened to engulf them.
With a deep breath, Cal prepared himself for the challenges ahead. The night was far from over, and the dance in the shadows was only intensifying.