They regrouped as planned. One by one, figures slipped through the ruins and converged near the reported location, careful not to draw attention.
They chose a partially collapsed house across the street, far enough that the giant wouldn't sense them but close enough that the broken house stayed within clear sight.
From the second floor, shattered windows framed the distant structure. Myles crouched near the window and slowly peeked through the cracked glass.
The house where the giant hid stood silent. Too silent that it was weird. Shadows clung to its walls and the doorway looked like a mouth waiting to swallow something whole. Even from this distance, the magical energy of Ether pressure pressed against Myles's skin.
He clenched his jaw and stepped back.
The words rose to his tongue immediately. He wanted to say, "We need to move and attack now!"
But they died there.
