Ruth sat on the verdant grass, his legs spread at random, letting the worms crawl through the boots of sea hides. With a blade of grass in his mouth, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the crater where Sytiltil was spewing hot air.

He's been waiting here for six days. It was not comfortable for him to stay in this ominous abode for a long time. But the father had his own business to do, and Ruth had a duty to guard him.

He lazily grinds the blades of grass on the tip of his tongue with his teeth, spreading the bitter juice evenly on his taste buds. at

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