Owen sat against the cave wall, his CE slowly recovering.
630,500 credits. Rank #1. Four days survived.
It should have felt like progress.
But It didn't.
Gorvax stood at the cave entrance, watching the volcanic landscape. His posture was tense. Alert.
"Something wrong?" Owen asked.
"We're being watched."
Owen's CE sense flared. He scanned the area. Nothing within his range. "I don't sense anyone."
"Not close. But they're out there." Gorvax's covered face tilted slightly. "I've felt it since we killed the Colossus. Eyes on us. Multiple sources."
Owen stood. Extended his senses further. Pushed his range to the limit.
There. Faint signatures. Three of them. Tier 4. Far enough to avoid casual detection but close enough to observe.
"Three contacts. North, east, and southwest positions. Tier 4 power levels."
"Prisoners," Gorvax said. "But not new ones."
"How do you know?"
