The Ancient Forest Plane.
The Red Agate Mountain Range.
Pyramid-like mounds, each fifty to sixty meters tall, stood majestically. They formed a continuous chain that snaked across the land before the Red Agate Mountain Range like a great dragon.
The giant mounds were riddled with honeycomb-like openings, from which countless insectoids swarmed in and out.
From high above, they looked like a teeming ant colony.
In the sky, swarms of insectoids also hovered and circled, flapping their wings with a constant buzz, as if on patrol.
On a mountain peak, Cameron and Pasha gazed out at the insectoids swarming over the land and sky, their faces grim.
"There are more and more of them."
Cameron's brows were tightly knit, his expression grave.
Pasha's lips were also pressed into a thin line, his eyes filled with anxiety.
Every day, a massive, unending stream of insectoids arrived from other regions.
