Ketka frowned, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Why not?"
Stamas didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the ruins. He could feel it—something powerful, something ancient, watching them from within.
"This isn't over," he said quietly, his voice grim. "Not by a long shot so let's leave this area. We can come back with stronger people later."
Ketka nodded and the group started moving away from the ruins.
Reeeeeeiii!!
They had barely made it out of the clearing when the eerie screeches began to echo behind them once more.
Stamas's instincts flared, and he spun around to see the glowing-eyed creatures surging out of the ruins like a black tide. Their jerky, unnatural movements had been replaced with terrifying speed, their hollow eyes locked onto the fleeing group.
"They're coming!" Stamas roared, drawing his sword.
Ketka cursed under his breath. "Form up! Stay in formation and move!"