"Hey, man, you really need to stop throwing those tongues on the ground!" Verso's voice echoed through the damp shallow cave.
He glared at Little Bone, who had just finished extracting the newest trophy from the mangled Siren's maw.
The massive skeleton did not even look at him, it simply tossed the slimy, blue tinged tongue onto the dirty floor with a gesture of pure revulsion.
It then immediately began frantically wiping its bony hands against its tattered black cloak, trying to rid itself of the sensation of Siren mucus, which Verso was not even sure the skeleton could feel.
Four hours had passed since Verso had set out on his own.
In that time, the Island Hopping strategy had proven to be a best form of efficiency. By utilizing the Gargoyle to fly between the Islands and the Sea Serpent for the combat, he had managed to bypass the slow, grinding process that he had previously adopted.
