The highway was in front of Lena, Reidar, and Jake. A gray scar that marred the planet like a closed wound. But one that still caused pain. The cracked pavement was slowly being reclaimed by vegetation that grew with unnatural vigor.
Lena sat with her back against a rusted guardrail, sharpening her blades while Jake worked on preparing their evening meal. Reidar was keeping an eye on the surroundings.
They'd been traveling for days since leaving the last settlement, pushing east toward Creamont. The journey had been relatively quiet, with a few scattered monster encounters, nothing they couldn't handle. After months of constant crisis, the monotony was welcome.
Almost.
"Something's wrong," Lena said suddenly. Something was worrying her; it was most likely tied to her trait.
Reidar looked at her. "What is it?"
"I don't know yet." Lena's eyes scanned the tree line to the east, her trait allowing her senses to pick up something the others couldn't. "But I feel—"
