Hunter woke to the sound of something collapsing.
His eyes snapped open. Foundation Realm instincts kicked in before his brain fully processed consciousness. Spiritual sense extended automatically, searching for threats in the pre-dawn darkness.
Found none. Just old buildings giving up on structural integrity.
He relaxed slightly. His ribs immediately reminded him that relaxing was a mistake. Sharp pain radiated through his chest. His shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat. Every muscle in his body felt like it had argued with a mountain and lost spectacularly.
Around him, the Shadow Legion stirred from their own exhausted sleep. They'd collapsed around the fire sometime past midnight, too drained to do more than exist.
Morning light filtered through gaps in the waystation's main hall roof. Gaps that definitely shouldn't be there but absolutely were because everything here was falling apart.
