The two Queens moved as if bound by invisible threads. Golden ichor streamed from their wounds and twisted upward, coiling between them like veins searching for a body. Every step pulled their shells closer, their wings beating in uneven rhythm until it blurred into one.
Scarabs pounded their claws against the dirt in panic, the sound clattering instead of steady. Centipedes whipped broken coils into barricades that melted as soon as ichor touched them. Glowbeetles darted in jagged spirals overhead, their lights flashing without meaning. The Elder's silk drifted wide, shaking as if even the web didn't know which side to fall on.
Buzz's claws trembled where they dug into the ground. His chest burned with every breath, his vision swimming, but he couldn't look away. "It's happening. She's swallowing her own child."
