775 Ancient Civilization Creation

A ridge, halfway above a mountain in an unknown world on the other side of the galaxy.

"Heavens…"

Just as everyone was left speechless by the shock of seeing those colossal monsters over the skies, Clark the Rider half-knelt on the ground, murmuring in sincere, quiet wonder at the skies. "Those monsters… so huge, so fearsome… so beautiful…"

"Really, can't believe that they're dead…"

Halfway through his sentence, Rider promptly stopped himself. It certainly was not because he was suddenly realized that it was time to shut his stinking mouth, but because four very unfriendly glares were shot at him from four different directions.

'Say more now, would you?'

Manifested malice surged at him like a surge from the oceanic depths, forcing Rider to shut up. Still, that was why the near-frozen nervous atmosphere was broken.

"Mummy—what's all 'dis?"