No one could ever take on everything another person carried. Anyone who tried was an idiot.
But if someone really could...
Then that person definitely couldn't save himself.
After all, if every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs.
Iggs slept far longer than he had expected.
By the time he left the hospital, it was already the dead of night.
The Sun Tower had entered its brief rest period, and darkness had returned to the cavern.
For bugs accustomed to living alongside fire, this was indeed a deeply uncomfortable environment.
Iggs walked quietly, trying not to make too much noise.
Unpleasant memories surfaced at the worst possible moment.
He remembered the rumors he had heard when he first arrived.
Legend had it that strange sounds would suddenly emerge throughout the Royal City every midnight.
They sounded like the scraping produced by sharp layers of chitin colliding.
The rattling of bells and sounds of shattering accompanied them.
Sometimes, traces of fighting would even appear between the Royal Waterways and the Clock Room.
Yet whenever bugs tried to investigate, they found nothing.
The Soulfire Council had once even dispatched regular troops for a coordinated sweep.
Even so, those strange sounds always returned at night.
Over time, the bugs grew accustomed to them and called them the Seven Mysteries of the Royal City.
They had been boring to listen to.
But it was different when they might actually happen to him.
Surely I can't be that unlucky?
At the thought, Iggs couldn't help quickening his pace again.
His little house was still some distance away. He didn't want to encounter anything supernatural at a time like this.
Rounding another corner, Iggs reached the square at the center of the Royal City.
The enormous Glimmer Statue stood in its center,