The truth hit Creed like a punch to the gut. This wasn't just some random monster chasing him for food or fun.
The Beast King was hunting him specifically, and the crazy dimensional storm wasn't something getting in its way. It was using the storm like a GPS to track him down.
The massive creature had locked onto something connected to Creed personally. He had no clue what that could be, but whatever it was, the Beast King could follow it through this reality-bending nightmare.
ROAR!
The sound made his bones shake. The monster was probably tracking his energy signature, or maybe it was drawn to the power flowing through him during the replication process.
When he'd connected his dimensional pathways to the Primordial Circle, he'd basically painted a giant target on his back that every creature in the area could see.
