Kai pressed forward, his boots echoing wetly against the pulsating floor. The fleshy walls contracted with every step, responding to his movement like a living thing. Cladeus' chamber, surreal and whimsical as it was, faded behind them. Now, only one mana source pulsed ahead. Strong, and of the same nature as the environment.
With the mimic's creatures temporarily silenced and Cladeus no longer distracting them, following the trail was easier. His army marched in step: Kael, his skeletal knight, still blackened from fusion; Joe, the brawler-type revenant with one arm barely hanging; and Ralts, silent and unreadable, trailing just behind.
Merri, Joran, and the rest hung back a little to protect the rear.
They weren't alone for long.
