"Yes, but if you've dealt with creatures like cockroaches, you should know that the bugs you crush are always just the tip of the iceberg in the house."
Looking at the speechless Ticky, Lumier withdrew his gaze from him and looked out to the sea not far away.
The waves washing the beach remained calm, like oil paint flowing on canvas. Yet, the calmer it was, the more it signified the storm hidden beneath the undercurrents was vast.
"The Demon King did not order us to set off immediately, we have enough time to prepare... or, if you're afraid, you can also withdraw."
Leaving behind Ticky, who was tangled with indecision, Lumier turned alone and walked towards the forest at the edge of the beach.
"The weather is about to change."
"We should leave."
...
The sky changed.
This time it really changed.
