Ronan vigorously replenished the Life Force of the roaring fish in the jar, ensuring that it would not die shortly thereafter, picked up the jar, and then turned his gaze to another small box containing the mysterious black beetle.
In fact, what Ronan truly wanted to purchase at that daytime stall... was the beetle inside this small box; the roaring fish was an incidental gain.
Opening the box, Ronan placed the black beetle on the back of his right hand.
In the moonlight, he scrutinized this mysterious black beetle closely.
A single horn, shiny shell, and underneath its abdomen, densely packed articulated thin legs.
If it weren't for those occasional leg movements, the beetle could easily be mistaken for deceased, a specimen of an insect.
Ronan's eyes shimmered, and gradually, grey traces started to emerge on the smooth, fair back of his hand.
