Mikhailis shifted his weight carefully, the Skullborne Ravager's massive frame blending into the surrounding forest as he scouted the area near the camp. He felt the ground under his clawed feet, the slight pressure of leaves and branches, and the sensation was exhilarating. Rodion had been feeding him information since they'd begun the search, but it wasn't until now that something solid had come through.
Rodion's voice echoed in his mind, as always with that cool, slightly sarcastic undertone.
There we go, Mikhailis thought, his attention narrowing in on the information displayed in his field of vision through the glasses.
The residual energy trail was faint, like the glow of embers after a fire, leading off deeper into the forest.
