CHAPTER 382877 Nosferan swarmship
The air within the dim habitat was growing colder with every second that passed. My C’lacktal tentacles coiled around each other in an attempt to escape the biting cold. It soaked in through my coat and clothes, piercing deep into my limbs. This was deep space, no stars around to warm us, and no provision in this Nosferan examination chamber for our comfort.
And Drac was forcing the Nosferans to accept his status, with Tabitha as the point of debate.
“Very well,” the Nosferan said, giving in. “We will return to the swarmship. You’ll explain to our Flight Leader.”
“Yes,” Drac said, hissing with pleasure. His breath fogged in the air.
The cold had to be affecting him more. Nosferans didn’t like the cold, but he wasn’t about to show any weakness.
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