Max's eyes flickered across the wasteland, searching for what the chief meant as his Three Dimensional Body scanned the area ahead. Immediately he noticed it.
The howls of distant wolves were gone. The cracks in the ground no longer revealed glowing eyes or writhing bodies. The air itself felt stripped, empty, void of even the faint buzz of unseen creatures.
The march slowed. The cages trembled faintly as the black insects inside grew restless, twitching as though they could sense something far greater than centipedes nearby.
Natural predator of a species like centipede didn't mean that if these insects could eat these centipedes then there would be nobody to fear them. There were in fact many other monsters and beasts found in the wasteland who ate insects like the ones in the cage daily.
That was how the natural selection worked in this domain.
