"My army got killed by a goblin and his human companions," Buck narrates his story while agitatedly scratches the ground, showing hints of anger while he harks back to his memories. "The ugly green bastard had the same features as you but stood tall like the humans beside him."
"He was not nearly useful from the start of the fight. The goblin even piddled his cloth the moment he saw the bursting flame from our mouths," Buck added while shifting his expression into something grim yet downhearted.
"However, because of the man wearing such lavish armour, our colony got wiped out, leaving the rest of the crew and me alive by luck,"
I could not utter a word, thinking that the ant would spout some more. Buck proves me right as he walks beside me and gazes upon the stars. It was the same asteroids that his eyes had glued upon the horizons.
