Max exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing. "So it is true. These creatures repel them," he said, half to himself, half to Chief Igris.
Chief Igris gave a small nod, his expression calm. "It is the only reason we can march safely in these lands. Without them, even a single journey across the wasteland would become a massacre. The centipedes are relentless. They are drawn to movement, heat, even the smallest vibrations. For us, their hunger never ends. But these little hunters are our shield. They remind the centipedes of the only predator they fear."
As they continued, more fissures appeared, and each one carried the same danger. From time to time, pairs of glowing eyes peered out from the cracks, and Max caught sight of dozens of centipede bodies writhing deep within. Yet none dared approach the group. The moment the cages rattled and the black insects stirred, the centipedes recoiled, their hunger suppressed by primal fear.
