"Are you by chance the king, needing me as a servant?"
Dorian asked, his arms folded while lowering his gaze at the cave crawler.
Silence took over for a while as the crawler contemplated whether to give an answer or not. Its green eyes swayed back and forth, thinking.
'It's still feeling hesitant.' Dorian sighed. 'Good thing I had the workers escape; they would have run out of mana, and the toxic air would most likely kill them.'
With the workers gone, Dorian could focus on trying to understand the motive of this crawler and why it was holed up in here. If it wanted to crawl its way out, there is no doubt it could.
'When things like this happen, it's usually either because they are protecting something or hiding from something. Which is it?'
"Lord Dorian?!!!!"
"Master?! Are you alright?!"
Voices unexpectedly filled the air in a chaotic manner.
