The three of them moved through the dungeon's ruined streets, their steps quiet on the cracked stone. Claus led the way, his tattooed arms flexing as he scanned the shadows.
Xander followed close, fiddling with the device on his wrist, while Vivian trailed behind, twirling her blade between her fingers.
"Almost time," Claus said, his voice low. "The Ancient One's waking up soon. It's going to feast good."
Xander glanced at the dead zombies scattered around—headless, vines cut clean through. "Hunters aren't half bad, huh? Took out a bunch already."
Claus smirked. "Doesn't matter. They're walking right into it. Won't even know what hit them."
Vivian stopped suddenly, her head tilting like she caught a scent on the wind. "Wait. Something's off." She sniffed again, eyes narrowing. "Smells
