Sorrow is no greater than in silence.
The Fat Catfish sank and floated, drifting with the waves, while the Big River Beaver approached, tugged at its long whiskers, and patted its head.
On the shore, the light cocoons shattered, splitting into fragments of dazzling patterns.
Silhouettes were cast, overshadowing the mine tunnel.
At merely a year and a half old, Fist raised its claws high, displaying its muscular body as its already significant bulk grew larger still.
Fur around its waist resembled a belt, while armor plates overlapped at its chest.
The vast carapace on its back, once mottled with chaotic yellow and red stripes, returned to a deep rock color, with only the edges of the shell faintly tinged with dark red.
"Not bad!"
Liang Qu knocked on Fist's shell, a dull, heavy sound echoing outward.
Among his water beasts, each had its unique traits, but when it came to ferocity and toughness, Fist was undisputedly number one!
General Crab!
