Inside the laboratory, the six-legged toad rested calmly inside the cage. His eyes were shut closed, but his mind was active.
He felt depressed. The past 1 month was probably one of the darkest periods of his life. As a purple tier predator, he loved freedom, captivity was one of his worst nightmares ever.
Throughout the past month, he had tried various means to escape, but they were all futile. He was like a fish trapped in a pond, none of his schemes and plans could work, he was firmly in the grasp of his captors.
Despite his terrifying strength, he was still easily suppressed.
The more effort that he exerted to force his way towards escape, the smaller he felt, and the more he felt like a frog in a well. The means available to the Atlantians were too mysterious, strange, and powerful for him to comprehend.
As the old monster that he was, of course, he knew of Atlantians.
