Kyle took a deep and satisfying breath through his nose as the darkness lifted.
Naturally, this darkness had been created by some kind of inherent beast technique.
These two bugs or beetles had instincts that told them how to use this technique.
Kyle looked around and saw the corpse of the first beetle.
'Sure enough, it's a beetle,' Kyle thought.
It had six long, black feet, and on its head were two long horns that pointed forward like spears.
'What were these things called again? Hercules Beetles? Or were those the ones with the wide horns that flip other beetles from trees? Bro, I don't know. I'm not an entimolagonititist or whatever they're called.'
'Speaking of, why do I not know that word? I should know that word. Is the concept of an entamolaginist not a thing in Sandspeak?'
'I mean, why would you need entilamonatitists? People only care about beasts in general. No point in looking at insects.'
