Luis and the white little chick are locked in a stare-down.
The astonishment is evident in the moon elf lord's eye and on the other side, the chick is looking at Luis with an unimpressed face, that one that someone will give to the pebbles on the roadside.
'This expression.' The moon elf lord's brows cannot help but twitch twice.
It was the same face that this thing has given him that one fateful night. The chick was standing on top of the defeated body of the root crawlers. Just like a gladiator who just conquered a big and ferocious lion.
It then gave a nasty side eye to Luis then hopped down and picked up a broken branch of a plant.
There are still leaves and golden berry-like fruits attached to it. The moon elf lord saw it and thought that it kind of looks familiar. He must have seen something like this back on Earth but he can't pinpoint it because of its peculiar form.