That night, Dorian had fun.
...
Thousands of miles southeast, Midas walked out of the meeting room inside the mosquito mud vault.
He had a nonchalant expression. Bzzrt and his ten soldiers followed shortly behind him.
Once Midas made it to the platform that overlooked the hollow interior of the dome again, he now noticed that every single mosquito within was looking up directly toward him.
"Our new leader." The mosquitoes spoke amongst themselves.
"If this is the choice of our wise leader, then I must agree to it with all my heart."
"Are you sure... I mean... who knows why lord Bzzrt made this decision."
"Yeah... we still don't know if it was his own free will that chose this."
"No, I believe in the king. I will follow him."
"We all must, whether we like it or not."
The murmurs echoed lightly through the walls. Without Midas's enhanced hearing from the first breath, he probably wouldn't have caught it all.
It was all Angesh, the universal tongue of Fell-Terra.
