C803 The Idle Chatter

With a sharp whistle, the high explosive bomb dragged along a red trail of flame and ruthlessly smashed into the vine wall in front of the mining truck.

The flames instantly ignited and spread along the withered vines.

After only a short while, the vines seemed to have come to life and started to tremble.

The muffled sound of friction pieced together to form a blurred syllable