The mysterious stranger lowered the barrel of his customized hunting rifle completely, letting it hang against his oil-stained canvas coat as he motioned with a slight tilt of his head for Zeven to follow him. Zeven remained motionless for a fraction of a second, his crimson eyes tracking the man's relaxed posture before he chose to step forward into the thicket, maintaining a safe distance behind the traveler. They navigated the dense, overgrown brush in absolute silence, leaving the steaming remains of the chemical monsters far behind as the terrain sloped upward into a hidden rocky ridge. Tucked away beneath a massive overhang of granite boulders stood an old, weathered hunter's cabin, its wooden structure almost completely camouflaged by the creeping vines and dead pine branches piled
