After a bit of deliberation, Klaus drew a deep breath and slowly — carefully — began to lower himself down. Though he strained to smother the rising panic, his body betrayed him, trembling with every movement. Guiding his limbs with painstaking precision, he crept down from the ridge, silently begging not to be heard, sensed, or noticed by any unnatural means.
Fortunately, the monster remained unaware of his presence.
Upon reaching the ground, Klaus backed away, eyes locked on the ridge. Turning around felt like inviting death. Invisible needles pricked at his spine with every hesitant step. Forcing himself forward, the young man slipped into the shadows and moved as quietly as possible toward the place he'd last seen his companions.
A few minutes later, he returned to the group's location. Morgan was already awake, her expression taut with unease, mirroring Seraphim and Adrian, who stood alert, clearly awaiting his return.
