A Hybrid in the tomb

The members of the Dark Races froze momentarily as they laid eyes on Cain and his group. Shock rippled through their ranks as they really did not expect to find people here, but it didn't last long.

Their expressions hardened into grim resolve as they instinctively shifted into defensive stances, each figure assessing the newcomers with cold, calculating eyes. 

Cain returned their stares with equal intensity, his golden eyes glowing faintly with the power of The Flow. To him, it didn't matter who or what these people were. In a tomb brimming with treasure, every stranger was a potential enemy—and these enemies needed to be eliminated.