"Sunny! Wake up!"
Sunny opened his eyes and tensed. Sensing the world through the shadows, he couldn't feel any danger, but there was urgency in Neph's voice. Something was wrong.
As his mind entered a state of battle readiness, he pushed himself off the ground and briefly studied the fissure. It was still night, so everything was enveloped in deep darkness… that darkness, of course, could not hinder his sight. Sunny saw every detail of their small camp and of the weathered walls of black rock surrounding it.
Everything seemed fine.
Saint, who was guarding them from high above, was also calm.
He turned to Nephis and asked:
"What is going on?"
She pressed a finger against her lips and whispered:
"There was a sound."
The next moment, he heard it too. A dull, echoing crackle that came from somewhere below, spreading through the rock in a subtle vibration. Like a stone breaking.
He frowned.
'What is this…'
