Nova Peak revolution deathsquad

a dark anguine figure bobbed along the banded scree.

being away from water made him wary. he cast a glance about himself and shivered at the sight of endless rock, and the ragged edge of the mountainside against an anemic autumn sky. he had long forgotten what drove him further inland. or so that was what he told himself.

northerly winds shrilled across the rockfall. birds of cruciform wingspan circled overhead but cast no shadow—and neither did he.

as Abraham crested a steep path, his breathing measured, he caught sight of a stranger. a young man, preoccupied, peering at something just outside Abraham's eyeshot.

despite himself, curiosity drove him to approach the boy. he made no attempt to be covert, but his movements were careful as usual. what had captured his attention?