Front Row to the Chaos

In that moment of Harper's hesitation, the Iron-Arm Monkey's survival instinct surged. With a sudden, desperate burst of energy, it flipped backward and shot away at an insane speed, scrambling deep into the woods—moving twice as fast as before, as if fleeing a ghost.

"Oh well. Guess it just wasn't in the cards."

Harper sighed, stowed the sealing ball, and let it go. She could use the extra hands,