To You, Myself
So, Who's the Foul?
The clumps of flesh formed the monstrous stature of a gigantic dragon, with several tentacles on the front chest. Dijara saw even more clearly, it was a whisker that extended like a whip provoking laughter out of his mouth. Although Silvia expressed the opposite of a laugh.
"Hey Silvia..."
"A-What's wrong?"
Without trying to engage the crisp joke, observe this monster. He should have entered the stage beyond disaster, because without having reason and piki...