The homeland of The Swarm.
The atmosphere of the entire world suddenly froze, as if even time had halted at this moment.
Several massive, indescribably large Swarm creatures floated silently, surrounded by unsettling Void Power.
They were constantly trembling, digesting the information transmitted by the previous two Totem-Class Insectoids.
Since the Void Power wielded by Totem-Class Insectoids was all granted by them.
Thus, every time a Totem-Class Insectoid fell, that wisp of Void Power would carry its final memories....
Penetrating through layers of the void, returning to their consciousness.
At this moment, after reading the memories filled with destruction and resentment, a cold and majestic voice slowly rose:
"The Elven Race... has mastered such power that restrains our kind!"
"That anomaly of an elf must not be left."
"Allowing her to continue to grow will surely become a grave threat to our Swarm."
