Since entering the endless field of bones, Thoren had felt an inexplicable uneasiness growing steadily within him.
At first, it had been nothing more than a faint discomfort buried deep within his instincts.
It was subtle that he could easily ignore it while focusing on the trail left behind by the fleeing Director.
But the farther he traveled across the bone-filled plain, the stronger that feeling became.
It was no longer something he could dismiss.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Thoren's deep blue eyes swept across the endless field of white bones while the ghostly wails continued echoing throughout the desolate plain.
Yet no matter how carefully he searched his surroundings, he could not identify the source of the uneasiness pressing against his heart.
'What is this feeling?' His brows slowly tightened.
