The first huge beast slowly lowered its head and spoke in a calm, steady voice.
"The humans are here."
The second beast narrowed its eyes immediately.
"…Humans?" it said coldly.
"Aren't they always here? What kind of news is that, Eldrin?"
Eldrin let out a quiet sigh.
His massive body shifted slightly, leaves and dust sliding off his scales.
"Silvar," he said patiently, "this time is different."
Silvar's ears twitched. "Different how? Humans are humans."
"They fight. They die. They run away when they should," Silvar continued flatly.
"That has never changed."
Eldrin turned his head and looked directly at Silvar.
"That's exactly why you should listen."
Silvar frowned. "Then explain. Don't waste my time."
Eldrin nodded once.
"First, think about the timing. Around this period, humans usually sense what is about to happen on this island."
He raised a claw slightly, pointing toward the depths of the Demon Gate Island.
