This little black ball, this unknown lifeform, seemed to have gone still and silent in midair because someone had trespassed into its territory. That abrupt, bizarre sense of oppression made Green, the Invisible Cyclops, the Gourd Monster, and the Cactus Monster all shudder in unison, their bodies rigid to the extreme.
The pupils in Green's Three-Colored Light Eyes shrank to the size of needlepoints in an instant as he stared in disbelief at this tiny thing no bigger than his own palm, every cell in his body trembling.
This—!
This was an ancient aura seeping out of that uncanny thing, even older than many of the bones scattered here.
No one knew whether it was an old monster that had lain dormant here for countless eras, or whether, when it had been sealed into this deepest layer of illusion, it had already been such a terrifying lifeform.
This pitch-black creature from head to toe, in Green's eyes, was like a black hole.
