The blazing sun glinted off their chitins, reflecting a canvas of enchanting bright colors contrasting with the spectators' dread.
*"RUN!"*
One of the men roared, his language incomprehensible to the original. But why would he need words when the mere sight of the creatures conveyed all the information he needed to understand and feel their terror seep in his bones.
"W-What are those... things?"
He stuttered, unable to make sense of what his eyes fed him. They were insects again. He understood that much. But the sharp spikes akin to spears protruding from their spines, the razor-sharp mandibles clicking menacingly, and their straight posture were too surreal for him to process.
Meanwhile, Adam's face grew somber as he gazed at the original's shaking legs and heard his chattering teeth. Despite knowing the original survived, he couldn't help but worry about his future.
