Charles wiped the sweat-drenched palms of his hands on his clothes, his brain whirring into action.
Could these things be talking about a disaster? What kind of disaster could there be on Earth's surface? Could the intense heat on the surface be caused by humans?
"Smooth-skins, scram! Your presence would only bring disaster!!"
The giant mantises continued to fan their wings, repeating the same message.
Surrounded by six-meter-long giant mantises on all sides, Charles knew the most important thing was not to provoke them.
After choosing his words carefully, he spoke, "Who are you? Why won't you let us go up?"
Since communication was possible, he might be able to extract some information from them.
But the mantises showed no interest in conversing with Charles, and the sound of their flapping wings became even more frequent.
