Terrified and disoriented, everyone took several steps back, wishing to cut themselves from the shadowy creatures that followed them.
Words could not explain their shock. Even Bassona's group was broken by the scene.
Son of a b**ch!
Just how many creatures are lurking in the dark without them knowing?
When standing still, the creepy veins would growl and scratch away at the surface, wanting to have a pose of them.
Wiggins slowly moved back and tilted his left to the side. Look! The creature also did the same, although its expression showed hate!
Why was it controlled by a weak mortal?!
Graaaawwwwww!~
It twitched and struggled to gain control while sending its overly long snakish tongue to the surface.
It was speaking, but in a broken tongue like a Tasmanian devil. However, no matter how slow Wiggins was he knew it was cursing him.
