Gareth's compound eyes blinked softly. A trembling female offered a peeled grape to his lips.
The demonic, colorful butterfly markings on The Everwake's cheeks shimmered faintly. Black beast skin was wrapped around his lean, powerful waist, his ink-black hair trailing to the floor. His voice was brutal, like a thin, cold line of ice. "If Gareth is willing, he can be the one to form a Contract with her, and together they can resist The Parasite Swarm."
Gareth snorted with laughter. "You must be joking, my King. Queen Hecate isn't someone you can form a Contract with just because you feel like it. The Corrosive Swarm has their eyes on you. If I stepped up, I'm afraid we'd be at war with The Corrosive Swarm before we even faced The Parasite Swarm. Have the Blade-Wing Insectoids become so arrogant that we think we can take on two clans at once?"
His voice was full of mockery, but held not a shred of fear.
The surrounding Swarm Beastmen fell deathly silent, not daring to interrupt.
