As the Canyon stabilized, Northern walked out of it. Before the stabilization, under Maw'Thoraxis's rule, it had been a reality-warping terrain designed to trap people in the maws of death—where even if they didn't die from other monsters, they'd die from simply existing in the canyon. The thing was a layered belly of digestion, and the bastard monster had infused each layer with its core.
Northern's analysis of the terrain revealed that Maw'Thoraxis had been feeding on every monster in the Canyon. That was why their life cycles were short and they were always reproduced again.
'Really a disturbing monster, honestly…'
The canyon finally gave way to an open region, and he stepped out. Beyond it stretched a field of brown grass—or something that looked like wheat.
He stood amidst it, casting his perception abilities to note where the others were. Since he was currently low on essence, he had to be careful with expenditure.
