Warlord Gorak wiped the glowing blue blood from his snout and watched the swarm devour the grounded prey. Millions of Caustic and Obsidian ants tore through the Elder Storm-Dragon's thick scales, stripping the colossal beast down to the bone in a matter of minutes.
He did not back away from the terrifying biological tide. He stepped directly into the chaotic frenzy. The ants parted instinctively around his massive frame, recognizing the sheer predatory aura radiating from his scarred muscles.
[ The meat is shared, Warlord, ] the Trinity Hive Queens broadcasted into his mind, their collective voice vibrating like grinding chitin. [ You grounded the prey. Claim your prize before the Amber core begins the final synthesis. ]
Gorak had spent the last few months entrenched in this brutal biological warzone. Red dispatched his most savage commander to the western chasm on the exact same day Iron-Scale and the first Vanguard voyage set sail for the Second Continent.
