"What… is this?" Sarai whispered, covering her mouth. "Is this… the beginning of a war? An invasion?"
"I don't know…" Lylon said, barely audible. "But I've met the Demon King in person—and whatever that thing is pretending to be human… he carries the same weight. We have to get out of here."
"No, wait!" Drac grabbed his arm. "We haven't gathered enough data yet. Let's record a bit more before we fall back. We're two miles away—they can't possibly—!"
His voice cut off.
A sharp gasp escaped his lips.
On the screen… a single wolf had looked away from the devil.
It stared directly into the sky.
Its eyes were an icy, piercing blue.
And it was looking straight at them.
A cold shiver slid down his spine.
Then, after a breathless moment, the wolf looked away.
"T-That… That had to be a fluke," he stammered.
Lylon didn't answer immediately. His gaze shifted toward Kiara, concern heavy in his eyes.
She nodded faintly, lips pressed tight.
