The wind breezed lightly through the sparse trees near the ruin's edge, rustling leaves like whispered warnings.
Then—
A ripple.
A sudden shift in space, faint but unnaturally sharp, like reality itself had hiccuped.
From within the shadows of a nearby ridge, a hooded figure stirred.
"...Hey. What was that?" the first figure whispered, voice muffled under the cowl. He was cloaked in layered gray leathers, practically swallowed by the shadows.
Beside him, another, taller, bulkier shifted slightly, narrowing his eyes in the direction of the ruins.
"Could be traps inside," he muttered, voice low and cold.
The first one nodded slowly. "Maybe… but I've never felt something like that. Like a sudden... pressure spike. You think we should go check it out?"
The second man gave a curt shake of his head. "No. Orders were clear, don't get too close. Let him do what he came to do."
"Still... you saw how he moved, right? He's not normal."
