Empty Space 152

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

It was nighttime.

The massive elephant worm, towering to a height of six meters, was slowly, step by step, ambling along the spacious highway.

Suddenly, it halted, stopped at a distance, and looked up straight ahead.

Standing beside the slightly damaged grey-white road was a woman clad in yellow, with a white skirt and black hair.

The woman's long hair covered her face, and her yellow clothing was bright and fresh, exceptionally clean, clearly visible under the moonlight. Her white knee-length skirt, adorned with slender vertical pleats, gently swayed with the night breeze.

She stood silently by the roadside, alone, her hands appearing somewhat long, her exposed skin pale and delicate, as if it hadn't been touched by sunlight for a long time.

This was a remarkably clean person.

In such an environment, there shouldn't be someone so impeccably clean.

The elephant worm hesitated.

It stood motionless on the road, watching the other, not moving an inch.