Who else would I call?

He listened to the words of his siblings, they were afraid. Skeptical. Unsure. And rightly so. He had never heard of such a phenomenon like this happening before, and yet...here it was. But was it supernatural as Enyo said? He frowned at the thought. He was a man of logic. He didn't believe in the supernatural nor superstition. And while the appearance of these spires did not yet have an explanation, surely there was one. "Easy, Zephyros. No need for such words, after all, everything in life began in some form...these could've very well been pushed from the Earth during the quakes." But what about the sky? He glanced up at the blood red sky, the sun begging to push through. Now that he didn't have an answer for...but he wouldn't focus on that.

At Erebos' question of it possibly being a language, Kronos shrugged. "Not one that I've seen before, but there are many ancient languages from the past, so it is possible." The depiction of the creature with its face contorted in terror, however, still begged for an answer. And yet he had none. Perhaps an ancient beast from the past? Maybe this was what it looked like in its last throes of life? Who was to say? It was strange still, that he and Enyo could hear what sounded like screams...but where were they coming from? Like her, he was curious. He walked around the spire, then went on to another one that sat nearby. This one riddled with what appeared to be webbed openings like a crude cave web. While he was a bit too big to try and climb into one for answers, this one too, had dirt shifting beneath his paws. Carefully, he started pawing away some of the dirt, wondering if he might find more answers beneath the shifting soil.