Dave cursed internally as he ran with all his might, every ragged breath burning his throat and his lungs despite his newfound strength, as he struggled to do as his innate ability said. His danger sense was going crazy, blaring at him that absolute certain death had encompassed his entire being, while the slight improvement to his innate ability, which directed him towards avoiding the danger, laid out the only path where he might survive while only being critically mained.
Behind him, the Primal Exarch, as Nero had named the monster, casually walked, toying with him. The ground trembled with each step it took, its lumbering form perpetually leaving Dave running in its shadow - a cruel mockery of Dave as he desperately tried to follow where his innate ability guided him. Behind them, they left gouges in the land as the creature's six massive legs tore into the earth with its weight, a clear trail of how the thing massacred even the very ground it walked on.
