Down on the central mountain of bones, the three colossal, sixty-foot Mother Centipedes… the Peak Layer 3 and Early Layer 4 horrors… had shifted their massive bodies.
Their glowing crimson eyes were flickering, their long, pale antennae sweeping the air in frantic, agitated patterns as they sensed the sudden, unexplained loss of their elite line.
A low, deep, subterranean hum was beginning to build among the thousands of lower-tier centipedes on the floor… a collective, instinctual agitation that threatened to boil over into a full-scale hive panic.
Sol stood on the high ledge, watching the rising wave of thousands of venomous monsters with a cold, analytical gaze.
For a brief second, the temptation to jump down and slaughter his way through the entire sinkhole flickered in his mind.
With his newly verified biological blueprint, he could execute them by the dozen.
