Countless living beings raised their heads to gaze at the heavens. Perhaps they could not comprehend what was happening—after all, their hearing, touch, and sight were far too fragile to sense the tremors from higher dimensions.
But when faced with the threat to life, instinct trembles in fear.
Some of these fears are passed down through generations, etched deep within the genes—the helplessness of weakness, the unnameable terror from unknown origins. Such dread can reveal itself even before a descendant of the hunter, even if that offspring is so insignificant they could be crushed underfoot like an insect or a beast. This innate fear doesn't always rely on reason, even when your sheer bulk outweighs theirs.
"It's here."
Lu Ping'an didn't bother looking upward anymore. He was unlike the others—he could very well meet the gaze of that monster. And judging by the fate of his previously forfeited flesh and blood, that was certainly not a good thing.
"It's here."
