If it really was a Blood Spirit Cicada, it would greatly enhance the quality of Alana's potions. And this one had been golden, something far rarer than ordinary variants. Marcus could not help wondering whether it possessed other hidden uses as well.
Unfortunately, he had scared it away.
'Damn it.'
The creature had been absurdly alert. Even the Red Locust Cicada Net proved useless against it. And even if he managed to track it down again, how was he supposed to capture something that cautious?
The frustration sat heavily in his chest.
"Reee…"
Just as Marcus stood there, uncertain whether to continue searching or retreat, the golden cicada's clear, resonant cry drifted faintly through the grove once more.
Moments later, the thirty or so ordinary cicadas answered in unison, their calls weaving together exactly as before, forming a strange natural orchestra that followed their leader's rhythm.
Marcus stared toward the sound, disbelief giving way to irritation.
'Seriously?'
