"Bro... bro...!"
"Finally... found... found..."
The immense creature could still only emit indistinct, strange sounds, but its searching tentacles ceased their movement.
Then, the smallest of the tentacles slowly, cautiously, reached out towards the source of the voice.
Elias smiled and extended his hand, gently touching the black tentacle.
The moment of contact seemed to excite the creature even more.
Its body quivered, the smaller tendrils waving back and forth like the tail of an excited puppy, seemingly expressing its joy.
"Such revolting ugliness..."
From the other end of the old mansion came a voice filled with disgust.
Isabella, apparently unable to bear the sight of the tentacled monster, averted her eyes, her gaze on Elias complex.
Her earlier anger had been replaced by repulsion.
She raised an eyebrow, as if questioning:'How can you even communicate with her?'
