Chapter 137
I turn and head back inside where many members of the congregation have begun to offer prayers of a much different sort to the statue, hoping for salvation and survival rather than whatever the heck they had thought was coming their way before.
The priest is still clutching his arm, almost completely inert. I think the shock has hit him pretty bad. Poor guy. I can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, I mean, I did bite his arm off...
I head back to the hole in the floor stick my back zone through so I can talk to the Queen.
It’s a little weird the pheromone conversation. We ’listen’ with our antennae but we ’talk’ with our pheromone gland which is positioned in the rear zone.
"Could you come up here and heal a person? I injured him, but I think it would be bad for us if he d
