It was morning again, but this time it was different—eerily different—for both Kairos and the massive deviant that ruled the pit.
Kairos, who had spent the night tucked tightly behind a jagged rock, stirred awake as a familiar yet unsettling sound pierced the cold stillness. A senile, guttural roar—one drenched in ancient fury—echoed across the jagged walls of the cave. The roar belonged to the Deviant, and something about it felt… off. As if the hatred behind its voice had evolved, maturing into a deeper, more focused wrath.
Kairos blinked slowly, adjusting to the gray light filtering in from above, only to witness the colossal scorpion-like beast lurch out from the pit. It stormed into the outer wilds beyond the cavern, its heavy limbs cracking the earth beneath it with each step. The tremors it left in its wake vibrated through the stone beneath Kairos' body, but he dared not move. He just watched. Waited.
