Others may not know but he knew exactly what it was.
The ancient, terrifying Apex predator that the Zharun or Zerith had been trying to piss off. The true master of the deep rot was finally waking up to slaughter everything in its path.
The roar climbed in pitch, growing louder, angrier, promising absolute annihilation.
And then.
SNAP.
As quickly as the world-ending roar had begun, it cut off.
It didn't fade out. It didn't taper into a whimper. It was… severed. Abruptly, violently, and completely cut off in a fraction of a millisecond, with the exact same terrifying, sudden finality as the giant obsidian spider he had watched vanish in the ravine.
A heavy, absolute, dead silence slammed back into the jungle… a silence so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing down on the settlement. The heavy, suffocating pressure instantly vanished. The air thinned back to normal. The trembling ground went completely still.
