It moved faster than even he could react. Suddenly looming up to its full height, the wings--that looked like a cloak--sweeping back, the plates that covered its eyes, looking deceptively like a face retracting.

It had been freed from a place by accident. It had laid the eggs it'd had before it as put in stasis.

They had watched them. They had learned how to imitate them. They had adapted.



The Judas cockroach screeched and spat gunk all over Kon before he had a chance to react.