"It... looks so pitiful." Talia looked at the weak monster curled up deep underground, and a feeling of sympathy surged in her heart.
This dangerous emotion in the wasteland world may not come entirely from sentimentality, but rather a temporary resonance between fellow creatures about their future destiny.
As lightning flashed and poured down on this dying "monster" from ancient times, Marco and Talia did not hear the expected angry, pleading, or continuous low roar or whimper.
When its entire body was bathed in the brief light, it became unusually calm, like a furry pet, or even more like an ignorant sleeping child.
"It's quiet?" Talia asked in surprise, turning to look at Marco, trying to seek his confirmation.
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