It was pitch black, the atrocious winds of Jupiter were roaring like thunder,

destroying anything in its way. The tribe of gremlins has just gone out to the
gigantic mountains of sand. The Erudite Scholar had warned them to not go for the
filthy silverfishes were not worth for the risk. But now that they were gone, maybe
for ever, he was having a hilarious dry laughter by himself. No other voice could
be heard,