George Smorodinskii. Grey mists Arantee (№ 376253)

Black over the hill deepened in two monstrous monsters and the figure of the father Vessy were dimmed with mist. HART! In the vision Morty didn't look so huge! Now, from a distance a few hundred meters, it was noticeable that their size is three times superior to the murdered us Nergal. Seven hundred and ten levels! Amount of HP is hidden, but even scary to imagine how much of it there may be.
- Oh, mother! - with his hands pressed to his lips, dangling in the camp the silence cried the World.
- Can we say that we're not home? - squinting at me, asked Wrapper. - Che, I am so six months from the collectors were hiding...