Layla was in disbelief. The idea that a creature could be manipulated into evolving in such a way seemed far-fetched. But she trusted Brama's expertise in the matter.
"Is that even possible?" she asked, still struggling to wrap her head around the concept.
Brama nodded. "Just like the Leg Houyes you hunt. I suspect that the frog has been fed something that's making it evolve in a strange direction."
Layla was amazed by the idea. "Is it possible that the evolving monster is related to the cult?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"It's highly likely that the case."
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After their conversation with Brama, Layla, and Michael make their way to the northeast of the island to investigate the group of cultists that Belga had mentioned earlier. The morning air is chilly, and dew drops cling to the leaves, foreshadowing the approaching winter.
