บท 154: The End of The Line

VINCENT

It's a den…a den of deimos.

The view itself is enough to make me tremble, so much that I feel the barrier beneath me waver in response. 

Calm down, I say to myself. Calm down or you'll end up as deimos chow. 

But this is….

What can I say? How do I explain the view in front of me? It's not something that any human, maybe even being, sees everyday. And I'm definitely not is such a mood to be seeing it. In fact, I'd have lived a perfectly happy life not seeing it at all.

Deimos of all shapes and sizes are here, many of which I have never even seen before. There must be hundreds, no, thousands of deimos swarming this megaladon cavern. They clamor to stand over each other, all making ear-piercing noises.