The others turned as Luca leaned closer to the screen, whispering under his breath. "Shiny carapace… thick legs… strong talons… those claws, so sharp… and that corruption—oh, it's so black—it must have a terrifyingly high CP yield."
The room went silent.
To everyone else, it was a terrifying display of the world's monsters attacking Outpost Four. But to Luca?
It suddenly looked like salvation, like answered prayers.
Ollie's ears twitched every time his brother whispered something new. Even his hair antenna swayed as if it were changing camps. "Oh, that one's got a reinforced hide… we could make armor out of that… and that one's blood vessels are glowing, must have high conductivity…"
Luca was practically sparkling now, like he had discovered a new treasure trove instead of a battlefield.
Ollie's jaw dropped. In his mind, he thought that sounded really nice. And really, his good brother didn't seem to be kidding when he said that one had a shiny carapace.
Oh, so shiny.
