Maxwell hadn't lagged too far behind, though he'd not managed to catch up with Adeira fast enough to witness what it was she had seen. He had heard the voices however, and dropped into a crouch as he came upon the place in which his companion had been standing. Scanning the surrounding trees carefully, he cursed as the ground beneath his feet shifted and sloughed, dragging him out to stand face to face with what was perhaps his second worst nightmare...

A Lucid. One who wasn't alone at that from the looks of things, as a small group of people armed with a variety of weapons revealed themselves soon after, all of them staring down at him with what Maxwell could only describe as malicious intent.