“What did you have to kill many of our own for, you fool?!”
“Uhh…” Arlosse murmured, unsure how he was to answer this question if it even required him to give a lengthy explanation.
Besides being stunned by the question, the Incarnate was also taken aback by the appearance of his fellow demon.
Back in his old days, Arlosse wouldn’t have pegged himself as someone who had any right to judge another individual’s appearance. He didn’t have that luxury and wasn’t exactly a handsome model of a man himself.
However, today… right now…
Long story short, the poison green half-mantis, half-caterpillar creature packed before him, dressed in leather armor and shawl that somehow fit it perfectly well… was atrociously hideous!
It had a thick, black chitinous layer on its back that extended to its small head, which was decorated by dark, beady eyes and sharp mandibles that clacked when it spoke.