บท 257: The Persistence of a Krish

Crouching miserably, his hands covering his genitals, the Krish's mandibles clacked non-stop in a vain attempt to stifle the pain he felt.

The blast of the explosion had thrown him more than fifty meters from his former position and an enormous palm trunk had pulverized his testicles without giving him any chance to react. Without his absurdly robust Krish morphology, he would surely have passed out in the face of such pain, before falling into a deep coma that would ultimately have ended in his death.

Meanwhile, the giant triceratops bull, totally unaware of the existence of this tiny vermin who was nothing more than one of its many collateral victims, had already changed direction to continue to pursue the child who had provoked it.

The sound of the monster's trampling, as well as the earthquake, quickly lost its intensity as the creature disappeared into the distance, leaving the indignant Krish to die.