Chapter One-Hundred-and-Forty-Two
Adam offered the mimic’s disassembled corpse to Iffen’s awaiting feelers, which stretched up from around the giant mouth below him. They lowered the offerings back down, putting each piece in-between the three tooth plates before chewing them. The dragon’s body was lifted up from the Iffenguard island below their airship, eagerly accepting the pieces one by one.
“That was horrific,” Jabari muttered in disgust as Adam flew back to their airship.
“I feel like I finally understand what PTSD is,” Lasse said. “I’ll be happy to never see a slug again after this world.”
“The best part is yet to come,” Adam said. “Now we go down there.”
“You’re kidding…” Lasse said.
Julie looked poised to run below deck and hide, but then Ellen placed her rosary on her head, calming her down.
“How did you know it was friendly?” Cathy asked.
“I just had a feeling,” Adam lied. “Unlike Mast-Chewer, he didn’t scream the moment he saw us.”
“I don’t know if I could’ve stood still while its feelers touched me all over…” she replied.