"Excuse me, sir, I keep telling you. I'm a guest! I'm not from your mushroom cave," said Little Toby as he was carried by the massive turtle, but it was to no avail. Little Toby dared not resist the turtle either, and so he could only protest verbally as he was carried away.
If there was one consolation, it was that he was being taken away from the countless Tribulation Fiends that were sunbathing out in the open.
Little Toby looked behind him just to check one more time if he was dreaming, and then quickly turned back when everything was as he recalled.
As far as the eye could see, there were terrifying Tribulation Fiends in the shape of horrifying monsters, radiating the terrifying, uncontrollable power that came alongside tribulations. There were Farham made of lightning, singing the air itself as their lightning bodies sparked and created ozone.
