Chapter 880: 880. Central storm
"So," Noah said to the two submitted snakes with words mixed with growls, "Who are you? How did you reach this place? What do you know about it?"
The group had temporarily stopped on the wasted plain, and Noah was interrogating the hybrids since there was a higher chance that his pride would force them to use their human side.
The snake under Dreaming Demon's control seemed to be in a daze, and it didn't answer, but the other creature was aware of its situation and lowered its head before speaking. "We are members of the Vilot Bloodline. We have escaped from our region after the powerhouses went crazy, and a powerful cultivator captured us after you defeated our world. When we reached this world, a mighty existence studied us for a few weeks before throwing us here. We have been stuck in this place since then."
The snake would hiss as it told its story, but Noah didn't mind it. Those cries actually gave him some insights about its mental state, which helped him understanding if it was honest.
Yet, there was only helplessness in its tone. The snake felt utterly defeated after the recent events, and it just wanted to comply with Noah's requests.
"My name is Joel, and she is Raphaelle," The snake continued. "We have learnt a lot about this place, but there are many details that escape my mind since I'm not conscious all the time. You understand that part, right?"
Noah didn't answer that question but pressed Joel to continue his explanation. "I want everything that you can remember."
Joel began to describe the territories that he had explored in those years, and it even listed the species that filled each of them. The pieces of information concerning potential prey were precise, and Noah didn't find it hard to believe him.
After all, Joel was a hybrid. His entire body and mind worked together with the sole purpose of looking for food. It was only reasonable that he had gathered so much data in that aspect.
He even described the intensity of the winds in each area. His understanding of the matter was deep since his mental energy was always in the world of the laws.
That meant that he wouldn't get any benefit from entering the winds, but it also allowed him to sense them when they were too close to his position.
"We don't know how to detect the storms before it's too late though," Joel said when the topic reached that point. "We have only adapted to this environment after a series of losses. There used to be seven of us, but our power doesn't mean much in this world."
Joel's hisses carried sadness and frustration, but they were honest. The hybrid was doing his best to inform the group of cultivators.
"Is there a pattern to these calamities then?" Noah asked.
There was still something that he didn't understand about their behavior. They had claimed that they wanted to stash food, but the storm had lasted only a few seconds in the end.
"The central storm releases tornados quite often during specific months," Joel explained. "There will be others in the following days, and we aren't stable enough to hunt in this period. We might lose ourselves and not notice the arrival of those violent laws in time in that case."
The issue was connected to their instincts. They could lose their lives if they spent that period hunting on the surface. There was a chance that a storm enveloped them why they were busy eating their prey.
So, they choose to spend the entirety of those months underground, eating what they accumulated before the arrival of the crisis.
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