"What shall we do now?" Grotak asked Hwait. "The other party is rubbing me off the wrong way."
"Let me think about it for a bit." Hwait sat on the ground, staring at the figure of the Supreme Monster Gecko that was far away. "Our goal has always been to escape from this place. There's nothing much for us to do here except to rot and wait in boredom. We've never had to face any threats."
"Some are in the opinion of remaining here. After all, if more races are brought over, we would have enough things to worry about. That might be fun," Feater interjected.
"You may be right," Hwait nodded as he replied. "However, haven't you always been curious about the world from which humans had been brought in at first?"
Sighing in nostalgia, he continued, "Every human of the first generation was impossibly strong to the extent I could not even grasp their actual power. Sadly, a heavenly power suppressed them into the mortals we see in the cities now."
