The next two days were spent watching.
Atlas watched from the sky, from screens, from maps, and from every piece of data the drones could gather without exposing themselves. The Predator remained assigned to the Black Fang settlement while the Reaper maintained wider surveillance over the forest interior, tracking messenger routes and searching for more signs of habitation beneath the canopy. Every hour added another layer to the picture. The Verdant Dominion was not a scattered collection of monsters hiding in trees. It was a functioning society with borders, routes, command centers, messengers, farms, holding pens, workshops, patrols, and enough discipline to respond to a threat without collapsing into panic.
That discovery made the prisoners even harder to ignore.
