Wolf Cave.
The spacious cavern, black as pitch, was illuminated with rows of temporary white lights.
The native darkness had been chased away, revealing the undulating rocks and streams inside the cave in crisp clarity.
Standing deep within the cave, Andy was accompanied by a bizarre figure clad entirely in black, adorned with various pieces of loose equipment.
The two gazed calmly at the cave floor deep within, where a shallow stone pit lay.
In the pit, stream water gathered, forming whirling eddies.
Silently, they waited, watching intently.
Suddenly, the dark red crystal floating above Andy's shoulder began to morph.
"Ados and White Wax are gone,"
he said softly.
"Someone's coming up, quite capable."
"I'll take care of it," the man in black responded with a heavy voice.
He took two black components from the outside of his thigh, assembling them with both hands as he walked.
In seconds, he had combined them into a nearly two-meter long black firearm.
