Just as he tied the final knot on his makeshift rucksack, a sound rolled over the valley.
It wasn't the mechanical clicking of insects or the territorial roar of a normal mammal. It was a low, unnatural, multi-tonal hum that physically vibrated the muddy water in the acid pools. The ambient temperature seemed to plummet. It echoed from the deep, uncharted northern expanse of the jungle, carrying an aura of ancient, suffocating hunger.
The dinner bell had officially been rung, and the Great Orrath was answering.
Standing in the center of the ruined crater, Sol felt it before he heard it… a deep, rhythmic vibration thrumming through the soles of his boots, accompanied by a heavy, suffocating pressure in the humid air.
