Who else would I call?

The world had seemingly shifted overnight. Casting the world in a series of tremors that increased with intensity overnight until it waned. He had been unable to sleep within the confines of his den as the world seemed to hunker down to wait it out. And when it stopped...he emerged to find the world cast in a red glow. The sun even unable to penetrate through it. Not fully, anyway. Despite the heat, he heeded Enyo's call and followed his sister to the nearby Caverns, and the sight that met them was unexpected. On edge and wary, Kronos approached beside his siblings, glacial blue eyes scanning the horizon. He had been this way many times, and this would be something they would've been able to see even from Insomnia's lands, and yet...it was something none of them had ever laid eyes on before.

His fur bristled as he observed the spires from afar, the words of both Enyo and Atticus drifting through his ears. Despite better judgment, however, he was a man of curiosity. Of science. Of logic. And yet...this scene was not logical in any sense. It baffled him to say the least. "I make no such promises. After all, the discovery of the world needed investigation. Still, use caution when going near them...who knows what dangers may lurk around here." Glancing at his siblings again, he proceeded forward toward one of the towering spires, noting how they appeared weathered and bleached like bones that had sat out in the sun for ages. He noticed the strange carvings near the base. The soil seemed to shift, and he stepped back, lifting a paw as it seemed to shift beneath his weight. Odd. Narrowing his gaze as he studied the carvings, he could barely discern what had been etched there. But when he laid eyes on a particular carving, he felt his heart race and his fur prickle with a sense of foreboding and danger. A creature he couldn't quite tell what it was, appeared to have a look of terror on it. "I have a bad feeling about this..."