He silently explored the other parts of the hive, moving one step at a time.
Even though his cloak made him invisible, he didn't want to take chances or make the wrong movement, all he needed was one mistake and the entire swarm could descend on him.
The first hole he entered was filled with eggs.
The second too.
And then another.
Everywhere he went, eggs.
More than he could count, stuffed into the walls, hanging from the ceilings, piled on the floor.
They glowed faintly, each one glowing with sickly light.
He could see shadows moving inside them — half-formed Dreadhorns with twitching wings and tiny mandibles.
He frowned.
Was the queen breeding endlessly? Is that all she does?
The sheer number was insane. Thousands, maybe tens of thousands.
If they all hatched, even Winter city with hunters would fall.
He pulled vials of resin from his storage and hid them between the clusters.
