Book 6. Chapter 38: Interlude: Kres
Humans.
Kres was speaking with actual living humans. With all the powers of the ancients at their command. The giants that had once shaped the world, the race behind everything.
These two had eradicated the infestation’s budding swarm, to the point even that demonic bioweapon had tried to flee.
Silverfur had told him they had then battled the guardian of the mite fountain. The same guardian that had followed behind and eliminated the old humans who’d restored the Icon from its dead state.
The greyroamers had believed these two walking myths were humanity returned. But Kres knew it was more than that - these titans were alive in an era where humanity shouldn’t be. And that made them absurdly more dangerous.
He resolved to be more cautious of his approach, planning to study the pair from a distance for a few days until he understood their patterns and behaviors better. Silverfur had claimed they’d been peaceful, but greyroamers tended to make quick snap decisions and follow through without pause. Odin were far more meticulous, and Kres was as Odin as they came.
It was all mute. They’d spotted him within minutes of his arrival, the silent helmet turning effortlessly to stare directly at where he’d perched. Even after hiding under brush and to the best of his skills, they still seemed to know exactly where he’d been.
His instincts were to run. Fly away and make another attempt later. Or seek out the greyroamers and follow them back into the discussion. He squashed them down and forced himself to stay. If the humans had wanted him dead, he’d be dead. Silverfur had told him they had spells and ranged weapons.
Instead of attacking him, or ignoring him, the two humans seemed to read each other’s minds. Working effortlessly like a team, they setup a welcome he had taken a chance on.