Cicadles were trying to eat the crumbling buildings of the Old Capital that Minos called home, some of the giant bugs were being flung away with his thaumaturgy then being zapped with lighting bolts to stun them. He had almost stomped on a few of them, only for them to scuttle away before he could finish them. He was thankful Gingko had taken the fawns with him for some Aitielkh training or whatever he called it. He thought about sending a message telepathically to the other elkh when a scree...
