Abomination prowled through the abandoned industrial district, his senses heightened, every muscle tensed in anticipation. The energy signatures that had flared up were fading fast, and he knew that time was running out. Lucas was close—he could feel it in the very air, in the subtle vibrations that resonated with the alien's unique energy. But the hunt was wearing on him, his frustration mounting with each step that didn't bring him closer to his quarry.
As he left the industrial district, Abomination's thoughts were consumed by a single focus: Lucas. The alien had managed to slip through his grasp time and again, evading capture with a cunning that Abomination hadn't anticipated. But now, the end was near. The trail led him north, toward the outskirts of the city, where the buildings thinned and the landscape began to open up into a sprawling woodland area.
