Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 328: A Supernatural Incidence

The courtyard fell into a tranquil silence once the women had dispersed, with the morning sun casting elongated shadows across the stone floor. Ravina, maintaining a presence that was both authoritative and deeply respectful, approached me, her dark eyes locking onto mine.

"King, what are your orders?" she inquired, her voice sounding both steady and confident.

I responded without a moment's pause. "Take everyone and begin training with Lisa," I commanded, my voice firm. "She will instruct you all on our customs and the proper way to utilize the various tools here."

With determined expressions, they all nodded in unison before turning to follow Lisa toward the training grounds. I watched their departure, feeling a sense of gratification. Order was finally being established, and they were adapting to their roles.

Angela then came toward me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Follow me, Dexter," she said, her tone dripping with intrigue. "I have something excellent to show you. I'm certain you will enjoy this."

My curiosity was sparked, so I nodded and trailed after her. She guided me to a building tucked away in a more secluded section of the fortress. Inside, Mary and Veronica were already waiting, their faces brightening the moment I entered.

"Dexter!" they called out together, their voices filled with warmth and welcome.

Angela pointed toward a massive screen fixed to the wall. "Show him our discovery," she commanded.

Veronica gave a nod and tapped several keys on the control panel. The monitor hummed to life, revealing a satellite image. My eyebrows twitched upward in surprise.

"You've already managed to launch the satellite?" I asked, looking over at Angela.

She nodded, her voice carrying a trace of pride. "Launching a satellite to survey the situation was our primary objective upon arrival," she clarified.

The satellite transmission flickered on the display, the picture sharpening as a pulsing green glow vibrated in the center of the screen. It was like nothing I had ever witnessed—a glowing, ethereal ribbon slicing through the void of space, its edges rippling like liquid energy.

The hue was bizarre, possessing an almost sentient quality as it expanded and contracted in slow, rhythmic pulses. It spanned the heavens like a divine scar, a literal rupture in the fabric of reality.

I moved closer to the screen, my eyes fixed on the sight. "This isn't a natural occurrence," I whispered, my voice hushed as my mind explored the possibilities. "It's far too organized. Too... intentional."

Angela stood at my side with her arms crossed, her face reflecting a blend of wonder and anxiety. "We picked this up late last night," she stated, her voice calm yet urgent. "Initially, we suspected an atmospheric anomaly, but the energy signatures... they are a perfect match for the Exodus Protocol."

I turned to her, my eyes sharp. "Are you suggesting someone is attempting to cross the threshold?"

Angela nodded, her eyes catching the ghostly luminescence of the monitor. "Or something is being transmitted," she countered, her voice sinking to a whisper. "The analysts are still working on it, but these energy spikes are identical to the ones recorded when we first arrived here."

Veronica moved forward, her fingers dancing across the keys as she opened more data windows. "Observe this," she said, indicating several graphs. "The space-time distortion is intensifying. Whatever this thing is, it lacks stability. It’s as if something is forcing its way through."

I gritted my teeth, my instincts screaming. "Or someone," I growled, my voice turning grim. "If another traveler is involved, they might be a threat. Or perhaps an ally. Regardless, I have to investigate this personally."

Angela’s eyes met mine, a flash of excitement visible in her gaze. "You’re heading out there?" she asked, her voice a mix of worry and thrill.

"I have no choice," I declared, my tone final. "If this is another Exodus event, I need to be present when it occurs. If it turns out to be an invasion, I'll crush it. If it's an ally, I'll bring them into the fold. I won't leave this to chance."

Angela nodded, her resolve hardening. "Then we'll get the team ready," she said, already heading for the exit. "Lisa can manage the training. Veronica and Mary will keep a watch on the phenomenon from here. And I'm coming with you."

I turned toward her, a slow grin forming on my face. "You don't need to—"

"I'm aware," she cut me off, her voice unwavering. "But I want to. If this is another traveler, or worse, a second Walter, I won't let you deal with it by yourself."

I let out a low, appreciative chuckle. "Fine. I could certainly use a partner like you covering my back."

Angela returned my smirk. "Just remember who's actually in charge," she joked, though her eyes remained serious.

I turned back to the screen where the green light pulsed in a threatening manner. "Oh, I haven't forgotten," I answered, my voice heavy with a dark promise. "But whoever—or whatever—is emerging from that rift is about to be taught a vital lesson."

Angela’s eyes followed mine, her voice dropping to a low breath. "And what lesson is that?"

I didn't break my stare from the screen, my voice cold and hard as I watched the green pulse warp the very stars. "This world belongs to me," I stated, leaving no room for any doubt.

Angela let out a dark, knowing laugh that sent a chill down my spine. She turned from the monitor and flipped on the communications, her voice turning sharp and authoritative. "Lisa, give me a status report."

Lisa’s voice came through the speakers, crisp and efficient. "Every tribe member is present, Angela. We have covered the basics of customs, survival, and combat. They are learning even faster than we anticipated."

"Excellent," Angela replied, her tone full of approval. "Get ready. We are moving out."

I looked at Angela, my expression stern. "We don't require the entire army," I said, stopping her before she could give more orders. "Just the three of us. This is a scouting mission. There's no need for a display of power—not yet."

Angela arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "Dexter, we have no idea what we're walking into. That rift could represent anything—a fresh threat, another Walter, or something even worse. We need to be prepared."

I stepped closer, my voice quiet but unshakable. "Trust me," I said, my eyes boring into hers. "If it's a danger, I will handle it. If it’s nothing, we haven't wasted our strength. The three of us are sufficient."

Angela maintained eye contact for a long beat, her lips thinning before she eventually gave a nod. "Very well," she yielded, though it was obvious she wasn't fully convinced. "But if things go bad—"

"They won't," I cut in, my voice final.

Angela sighed sharply, then turned her attention to Veronica and Mary. "You two, stay on that phenomenon. If even the slightest thing changes, you notify us at once."

Veronica nodded, her fingers already flying across the console. "Understood, Mom."

Mary looked at me, her face grave. "Please be careful, Dexter."

I smirked, tightening the strap of my equipment. "I always am."