"Definitely dangerous."
The first thing Etzel learned about being Level Two was that it did not make bad ideas better.
It merely made him feel slightly more capable while considering them.
He stood beside the dead Ridgeback Mauler, staring into the deeper forest.
Behind him, tracks spread toward the outer trails. Ahead, they narrowed. Not into one path. Into a pattern.
Etzel looked at the shallow marks across the creature's back again.
Three lines.
Same depth. Same spacing.
Not wounds meant to kill. Marks meant to move.
He hated that conclusion. Mostly because it made sense.
"So," Etzel said, "something is herding monsters."
DK looked at him. "Yes."
"Toward the outer forest."
"Yes."
"Which is where people are."
DK looked at him. Etzel stopped. "Oh."
The realization landed harder than it should have. He had been asking the wrong question. What could frighten several species badly enough to make them abandon territory? Interesting. Terrifying. But not the important part.
Etzel looked back toward the tracks leading outward. "They're not being pushed away from something."
DK's expression sharpened. "They're being pushed toward something."
"Toward people."
The humor disappeared. Etzel thought of the public trails. Forestry crews. Foragers. Hikers. Families stupid enough to assume a marked low-threat zone was actually low-threat. People like him three days ago.
He looked into the forest again. His first instinct was still to follow the source. That bothered him. Curiosity was useful. Curiosity was also how people ended up becoming cautionary stories.
DK seemed to read enough of his face to understand. "We should go back."
Etzel glanced at him. "You don't want to know what's doing it?"
"Yes."
"That sounded very fast."
"I also want you alive."
"Less exciting."
"More practical." Etzel sighed. "You are becoming aggressively sensible."
"Someone has to."
"That was unnecessary." DK turned toward the outer forest. "We know enough."
Etzel looked at the dead Mauler one final time. "Do we?"
"We know creatures are being driven toward populated territory." DK adjusted his shield. "That is enough to act on."
Etzel paused. That was annoyingly correct. There was no need to solve the entire mystery before responding to the danger. He pointed toward DK. "I don't like how often you're right."
"You should become accustomed to it."
Etzel stared. DK began walking. "That confidence is new."
"I am learning."
"From me?"
"Unfortunately."
Etzel followed.
They continued.
The next forty minutes gave them no answers. Only evidence.
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A burrow abandoned so quickly that fresh food remained outside it. Broken brush. Feathers scattered beneath a tree, but no blood.
Tracks. Always tracks.
Some moving north. Others east. Different species. Different sizes. Same behavior.
Away from the deeper forest.
Etzel stopped beside a shallow stream. "Something doesn't fit."
DK looked at him. "Only one thing?"
"Helpful." Etzel crouched. He looked at the tracks crossing the damp earth. Different sizes. Different species, probably. All moving in the same direction.
Away.
"DK." The knight was already looking at him.
Etzel felt cold despite the potion's warmth. "The wounds."
"Yes."
"They weren't trying to kill them."
"No." Etzel looked at the fleeing tracks. Five sets behind them. More ahead. Creatures scattering toward the outer forest.
Except scattering wasn't the right word anymore. The directions weren't random. They only looked random individually.
Together—
They formed a pattern.
Etzel slowly turned toward the deeper trees. "Then what was it doing?"
DK's hand settled on his sword. For several seconds he said nothing. When he finally answered, his voice had lost every trace of humor.
"Herding them."
Etzel stared into the forest.
The forest beyond them was silent. Too silent.
Etzel stared into it. Yesterday, he would have wondered what was in there. Today, he knew enough to ask a better question.
The question was no longer what could frighten the monsters.
It was where someone—or something—wanted them to go.
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And the scale of the threat begins to reveal itself!
Etzel and DK didn't just fight monsters today; they fought the geometry of panic. DK's choice to deflect rather than kill shows just how deeply in-sync their partnership is becoming.
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