The orange glow grew brighter.
Kai raised a hand.
The group stopped.
Nobody spoke.
Ahead, voices echoed through the tunnels.
Cultists.
More than a few.
Kai carefully peeked around the corner.
The sewer opened into a much larger chamber.
Wooden walkways crossed over murky water.
Crates were stacked against the walls.
Lanterns illuminated the area.
Dozens of people moved throughout the hideout.
Some carried supplies.
Others stood guard.
For the first time—
The trio realized how large this operation actually was.
Andre whistled quietly.
"That's a lot of weirdos."
Eric immediately grabbed the back of his shirt.
"Shut up."
Andre lowered his voice.
"A lot of weirdos."
"Better."
Kai ignored both of them.
His eyes scanned the room.
There were too many enemies.
A direct fight would be suicide.
Even Andre seemed to realize that.
Which was saying something.
The three slipped into the shadows.
Moving between support pillars and storage crates.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Every step measured.
The hideout buzzed with activity.
Nobody paid attention to them.
For now.
They moved deeper.
A group of cultists passed nearby.
Kai immediately crouched.
The others followed.
The cultists stopped only a few meters away.
One of them yawned.
"Squad Three already leave?"
Another nodded.
"About ten minutes ago."
Kai and Eric exchanged glances.
The first cultist sighed.
"Lucky bastards."