"If they were that easy to catch, I would have bagged one years ago!"
Commander Thresh wasn't surprised by Kaidric's mania; he had once shared the exact same thought.
"Did the ancient, cocooned freaks of the swarm make a move?"
In Kaidric's eyes, the only things capable of stopping Commander Thresh were entities at the absolute pinnacle of the demigod stage—apex powerhouses lacking nothing in territory, raw strength, or Demigod Artifacts.
"Even if they did, it wouldn't matter," the Commander said, shaking his head. "Those things are bound by bloodline and racial laws. Unless they offer it willingly, you can't cultivate those law-worms."
He didn't answer Kaidric's question directly, but the implication was clear.
"So you have to possess an insectoid body? Steal a shell or be reborn as one?" Denied one path, Kaidric instantly pivoted to another.
