Ricky wasn't aware of Noctyss' dilemma. Given his personality, even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared. His crystalline wings beat soundlessly as he moved through the heavy air, his thoughts adrift elsewhere, far from the struggling figure trailing behind him.
The sudden emergence of this forbidden land weighed heavily on Ricky's mind, chilling his usually sharp instincts with unease.
His compound eyes darkened.
The crevice had appeared like a scar tearing open reality itself—if not for Ricky's proximity to that ridge, he might have missed it entirely. A cold shudder traveled down his spine as he imagined the consequences.
"I have to do something about it..." he murmured internally, the thought clear and heavy.
The forest stretched for thousands of kilometers, an endless sprawl of vibrant life and hidden death. Monitoring every inch of it was a pipe dream, yet Ricky knew that if he wanted to truly survive, he couldn't afford blind spots.
