In the past few minutes where the miserable insect shrieked and wailed like a banshee's mournful song through the barren giant tree roots. The sound of the wail, a chilling and sorrowful symphony for the two creature's — Black and Zephyr.
There eyes shone like the two orbs of golden and Scarlett gems, a spark of intrigue and curiosity hidden beneath there deapth.
"Why is he screaming so much. My ears hurts!" Black complained in his mind.
His words laced with discomfort. He was sitting on the severed pincer of the unfortunate insect. The pincer was almost double his size.
"Yeah! we also got injured when we fought those monsters in the past few days!! Because of our inexperience. But let alone cry we never even shed a tear!" Said Zephyr her voice tinged with amusement as she looked at the insect.
Standing near black!!
"Are you sure he is almost 90 years old! Black. Because I don't think so!! ~ " Asked Zephyr, unable to accept the sight before her!!
