A finger long..."

"It touched it with its claws, and the body turned into a skeleton, a clean skeleton... Maybe we should be grateful for this - anyway, it does not eat people."

"Fogo and Ravna are also going to kill the monster, which may destroy its... magic, or superpower. 'It won't be worse anyway,' they said. They put all the food and nutrients

They were all left to me, although there may be no point in living longer...but I don't want to die...I want to go home...I want to go home..."

"They are dead. Fogo committed suicide... although the monster was also injured... it seems to be able to turn into mist... maybe all the fog is it? All the time?"

"Who can kill such a thing..."

"Am I about to die too? I can't live like this... Why doesn't my soul continue to degenerate? That way... maybe it won't be so painful..."

"I don't know if anyone can hear it... I have a cabin in the woods, the location... I don't know, it doesn't make sense... Madoka, that little robot, its reset password is..."

"It is very useful. No matter who you are, if you can leave, if you can find it... please take it away..."

The ice dragon landed almost silently. Fili looked back at him and only asked it: "Did you hear everything?"

Hearing the whispers of surprise, pain, and despair in the last few dozen days of the life of the scientist who had indeed been recording.

Binglong nodded silently.

"What are your plans?" Philly asked softly.
Chapter completed!