CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE - THE DESTROY ICON (2)
Lucas and Victor gaped at what was a most surprising individual. He was extremely skinny and clearly malnourished. He quivered at any little sound and scurried as fast as he could towards them. Surely, that wasn’t the custodian. “He-he-he-loo there,” he said hesitantly. His most prominent features were his bones that pressed against his frail-looking skin. A tiny being he was. “Please tell me you’re actually some trapped being and not the custodian,” Victor lamented. There was every bit of disappointment in his voice. “But I am,” the custodian said gleefully. he was slowly regaining his confidence. “And I must thank you for what you did to this place. It’s always too dangerous to stay outside so I lock myself up in that box,” he said, pointing to a small cube on the ground. That explaine
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