Back in the safety of the small cave, Michael watched the day slowly transition into evening.
"It's a waiting game now," he said, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
Ayag, one of Vedora's heads, yawned.
"I'm going to take a nap," she declared and curled herself comfortably inside Michael's coat pocket. Her breathing soon settled into the steady rhythm of sleep.
The other two heads of Vedora, Cain and Sarba, also found their own spots to rest, their serpentine bodies coiling in sync with Ayag's. Michael watched over them, a silent guardian, as they slept.
Outside, the centipede continued its relentless activity. Michael observed it drilling into the ground and shooting out with astonishing speed. Its massive mouth created a powerful suction force, engulfing several giant beasts and birds in a display of raw power and hunger.
