The door flew open—away from me, thankfully—and a younger giant with short black hair immediately burst in, almost stepping on a Beemarine by pure accident.
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〔Human〕
〔Name〕: Gash Morst
〔Health〕: 95 / 95
〔Stamina〕: 110 / 110
〔Species〕: Intelligent Human
〔Age〕: 26 y
〔Remaining lifespan〕: 64 y
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He shouted something in alarm, opening his mandibles wide. The sound blast made me wince, but I still recognized what sounded like the dead old man's name.
Then the man saw the body and the other mess and froze.
"Kuch?"
Slowly, like in a horror movie, the man lifted his eyes from the body up and up, until it rested on me.
I was hovering only twenty meters away from the man's empty nose-space.
Although I doubted these bug-faced humans could physically turn pale, I saw his eyes widen with terror. I doubted he recognized me in particular, but he must've understood what this all meant.