[The bonds?]
Right. The bonds.
Faelyn focused on those threads in her chest.
The pulling sensation that had been growing stronger all night.
Two bonds. Two directions. Both south.
Both... getting CLOSER?
She concentrated.
Tried to push a thought, a feeling, a WARNING through the connection.
'TRAP. It's a TRAP. Scar'oth is a SNAKE. Massive. VENOMOUS. He produces the poison himself. That's how Darius got enough to paralyze the entire village. He's patient. Calculating. This whole setup is an ambush by an apex predator. DON'T underestimate him just because he's not a canine or feline. He's WORSE—'
Nothing.
No response.
No indication it had reached them.
She tried again.
Harder.
Pouring everything into the bond—fear, urgency, desperate warning.
