"Ugh... it's not the first time I've seen this thing..."
The brief silence was broken by the petite Pikachu.
Tress flapped her transparent wings, hovering a safe distance from the Heartstealer. She wrinkled her small nose, her voice dripping with undisguised contempt.
"But every time I see it, I think..."
She paused, seemingly searching for the right words.
"It's just so ugly! The slimy tentacles, and... the gooey skin..."
At her side, Hobbit nodded in agreement. He tightened his grip on his longsword and muttered,
"Y-Yes, Miss Tress is right. It's really... not a pretty sight."
As he spoke, the Half-Elf's gaze drifted to the Heartstealer.
Twisted limbs and spiked chains, glowing faintly, were embedded deep in its flesh.
Even though he knew it was imprisoned, Hobbit couldn't help but gulp and subconsciously take two steps back.
The moment Beastman Freddy got a clear look at the Heartstealer, however, his rugged face filled with gravity.
