a dirty old journal.
A journal detailing the warmites as bugs, showing the weaknesses and strengths of each one.
Though, incomplete. Some pages remain intact and can be read. If you come into contact with any NEW warmites, make sure to write down your encounter inside.
*It felt as loud as a roar of war. But it wasn't. It was a cry.*
*A cry of sadness, of something who couldn't bear. Loss after loss after loss, and her very shell screams for something, anything her way.*
*She cried.*
*And as she cried, all beasts did too.*