The mighty behemoth had exited the massive hole, its thunderous footsteps fading into the distance as it went out to hunt—most likely for good. This was the perfect time for Kairos to act, to do his own deed and secure a meal for himself.
His target? One of the creature's eggs.
'At least it's not going to miss just one of its offspring, would it?' Kairos' thoughts gnawed at him like the emptiness in his stomach. Despite the gnashing pain that wracked his sore limbs—his aching hands, bruised torso, and legs trembling for rest—there was a singular ache that screamed louder than all: hunger.
If not for that, he wouldn't have dared to provoke a monster like the deviant. Taking one of its unborn… It wasn't bravery. It was desperation.
