The industrial district loomed before Abomination, a vast, decaying maze of abandoned factories and rusting machinery. The air was thick with the scent of oil and metal, the remnants of a forgotten era. As Abomination ventured deeper into this labyrinth, his frustration was palpable, each step heavy with purpose.
He stalked through the shadows, his human disguise blending seamlessly with the night. The streets were deserted, not a soul in sight, which was just as well. He wasn't in the mood for distractions. His mind was fixated on one thing: finding Lucas.
"Lucas," he growled under his breath, the sound barely audible in the stillness. "You can't hide forever."
The energy signatures Zane had mentioned were faint, barely detectable, but they were there. They led him through narrow alleyways, past crumbling walls and rusting debris. Abomination's senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning every shadow, every corner, for any sign of his quarry.
