"Queen!" a warrior of The Swarm shifted into his human form, his skin gleaming with a spectral green light.
He knelt, picked up a corroded and tattered golden-red feather from the ground, and held it respectfully in his cupped hands.
Hecate drifted lightly to the ground. Her six pairs of transparent, insectoid wings folded into a magnificent, cape-like form. She took the charred feather from her subject, her fingertips slowly secreting a viscous fluid. She flung the feather away in disgust and snorted softly.
The Swarm warrior kneeling on the ground made an uneasy clicking sound. "Queen, this Nine-star Extreme Realm Beastman is truly troublesome. We've set two traps already, but we still couldn't catch him. He probably won't come back. What should we do now?"
Hecate's lips curled back, splitting open to her ears and revealing the fine, serrated mandibles within.
