Hungover Primates are worst than drunken ones.
"Well...this is definitely less than ideal," Zhen Hou whispered to his group mates while they were all hiding in a bush that was cloaked with their combined aether.
Standing a mere dozen or so feet from where they were standing, several calabash trees, loaded with bright blue calabash fruits, were growing big and strong without a single care in the world.
Occasionally, one of these calabashes would fall into the lake they were growing next to and raised the water level a centimeter or two.
This sudden increase of water volume, however, wouldn't last long.
Splash!
"Ook?"
"Ook?"
"Eep!"
Surrounding the calabash trees and lining the shores of the lake, a troop of primate aether beasts could be seen lying about in a rather lethargic manner.
Many of these beasts varied greatly from one another, with some being larger than bears and some being smaller than babies, but they all shared one thing, peculiar habit.
"Ook!"
"Ook!"
