Now that he was already knee-deep in nonsense, Ricky decided to dive in all the way.
He straightened his small mosquito body like a master storyteller preparing for a grand reveal. Then, despite communicating telepathically, he made a show of clearing his throat with a dry cough.
"Who said he is weak…"
Dark Shadow blinked in surprise. "What do you mean? Isn't he clearly weak? If I wanted to, I could kill him just by snorting."
"Ohh, Dark Shadow… what do you know…"
Ricky's voice turned grave, and his compound eyes gleamed with ancient mystery. He gave her a long look—full of false solemnity—as though she had just questioned an age-old truth.
Then, in a deep, reverent tone, he declared, "Actually, these two… they're not ordinary creatures. They are the incarnations of powerful beings, reborn into this era through a mysterious accident. They've forgotten who they were… but soon, with the passage of time, they'll awaken—and become unstoppable."
He lowered his voice dramatically.
