the ruins were quiet until they weren’t. the light snapped on, harsh and wrong, and the walls groaned as something deep beneath them woke up. paimon froze midair. varka’s hand tightened on his weapon. lauma stopped breathing altogether. durin went pale, fear obvious now, wings twitching as the ground cracked. flins scanned the darkness, tense but silent. scaramouche’s expression hardened, annoyance gone, eyes locked on the shadows. then something moved below the stone. and it was moving closer. the hell is wrong with you guys? keep it moving." scara speaks harshly as he continues on.