65th Street.
Climb under the clock tower full of slime molds.
Standing in the middle of the mushroom blanket, the Queen let out a dry and hoarse roar.
Panic and anger are like a tsunami, spreading restless waves along its tentacle like hair.
The surrounding heterogeneous people made a babbling cry.
The mother nest behind him is still producing all the time, but the weak "newborn" cannot bring him any sense of security.
In particular, the continuous death of node creatures makes it lose control of the front line, and its children are suffering meaningless casualties
Scarlet