Richard looked again at the Eight-Armed Skeleton, locking eyes with the Ghost Fire burning in its eye sockets. He couldn't help but wonder: Could it really be possible to communicate with such "eye contact"? Or perhaps find a way for the other to communicate through writing? Or maybe use sign language?
Man and skeleton stared at each other once more.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Over ten seconds passed, and while Richard was pondering how to communicate, he saw the Eight-Armed Skeleton nod slightly and turn away without warning. It walked over to a neat pile of bones and slowly laid its body down, lying on the ground with its head resting on the bones, as if imitating a human sleep.
As it lay down, the Ghost Fire in its eye sockets gradually calmed down, eventually shrinking into two dim Small Fireballs, no longer flickering, as if it had truly fallen asleep.
The scene was somewhat bizarre.
Even someone as composed as Richard was momentarily taken aback.
