This was probably the largest bee Angel had ever seen, about two meters tall.
The bee was dressed like a little nurse from a child's make-believe game. There was even a red heart on its pink cap.
Yet it had none of the tools a nurse ought to carry, nor did it fly through the air like other bees. Instead, it held a hoe in its forelimbs and tilled the soil. Its two limbs at its waist and abdomen held a pink pouch painted with hearts, apparently a seed bag. The two antennae atop its head even balanced a basin filled with pink stream water.
At first glance, it looked like a nurse... farmer working the fields.
The moment Angel saw this industrious bee, his first instinct was to avoid it. Judging by its attire, he could more or less tell that it was certainly intelligent.
However, the moment Angel noticed it, the bee's antennae supporting the basin twitched, and its head slid one hundred and eighty degrees around to look at Angel behind it.
Its two pairs of eyes, large and small, met his.
Any other wizard would probably have raised all kinds of spell shields by now and prepared to fight the bee. Angel had initially entertained the same thought, but he knew very well that he had already reached the heartland of the Nightmare Realm creatures. If he fought them, he would unquestionably be the one getting the short end of the stick.
At present, Angel's only advantage was Shava's identity. Thus, if he wanted to make his way out of these ruins, riddled with strangeness and danger, without fighting, he could only rely on that identity.
And when using Shava's identity to "muddle through" before other Nightmare Realm creatures, showing weakness or fighting were both poor