Archer hunkered down and peered through an opening in the foliage as Dash hovered just behind him. The ship was old but that only made it look meaner. Archer, gulped back a big breath. The entire laser panel along the front gleamed brightly in the mid-afternoon sun. Nothing about that part of the ship looked old or rusted. Nope. It was shiny and new. And dangerous.
That made sense. How else could Del have known Archer was hiding in the tree?
“Some Drakyns are more highly developed than others. They are the only ones allowed to wield a Drackmore.”
Something called out from across the treetops and he froze, every single muscle in his body still as a rock. Carefully he angled his head so that he could see far and wide and just when he started to relax, another noise rang out. It sounded like a branch snapping.
And then another.