Limping away through the dark curve, Shin's ears still weren't working properly after being smashed so brutally against rock. The constant ringing drowned out everything else. He couldn't rely on his hearing anymore. And injured as he was—pain blooming in almost every limb—it was near impossible to even focus on his newly acquired Ant-Sense trait. All that occupied his mind now was survival. Escape.
From what he'd pieced together since being thrown into this hellish, beast-infested dungeon—or whatever this place was—each type of monster claimed a territory of its own. The Tsukuma beast, for instance, hadn't stepped beyond its den. When he'd crossed into Ant territory, it didn't dare follow him. It only growled from its obsidian cave like a god denied blood.
But if this pattern held, then that meant something worse was ahead. The probability of death could only keep increasing.
