A moment later, the young man let out a long breath and pulled the insect egg from his abdomen, visibly relieved.
He was clearly an Awakener—his body was tough enough that slicing open his own stomach wasn't fatal. After spitting out the wood chips he'd used to brace himself, he scrambled to his feet, still shaky but alive.
"We need to get out of here—now! The Spider Empress is coming!" he shouted in the local dialect.
"Huh?"
Chris blinked, completely lost. The guy was speaking in the native tongue, and Chris didn't understand a word.
Seeing the confusion on Chris's face, the young man grew even more frantic. He started gesturing wildly, practically dancing in place, trying to mime his warning. Every movement tugged at his wound, making him wince and clutch his stomach in pain. The whole thing looked almost comical.
"What is this, interpretive dance?" Chris chuckled, casually throwing in a couple of exaggerated hip sways of his own.
