Savanna Ruins (1)
Yet somehow, they kept the horror of chittering limbs and clicking mandibles far away.
The bugs never stopped chasing or drooling. It looked like there was just one thought in their minds—to kill them.
He dared a glance over his shoulder—the swarm was still there, an undulating sea of carapaces that stretched to the shimmering savanna horizon.
But for now, they have maintained the gap.
As he ran, Sebastian's attention was drawn to the ruins up ahead.
What had been a faint smudge on the landscape was now taking on form and dimension.
Upward, jagged pieces of walls jutted out, while the remnants of spires extended their grasping fingers towards the sky.
In the crumbling façade, a yawning opening emerged—a mouth that promised shelter and respite. At least in theory.