Dacia Le Claymore had been walking for a while. So far she had a few close experiences, but thankfully she had avoided them. Tired, she crawled through the exit avoiding the scuttling crawlers. The relief she felt upon exiting lifted the invisible burden she had felt.
Suddenly though, her vision wavered then went black.
The Queen had a lifespan of three hundred flood seasons. If she consumed high-grade flesh, then it could be expanded and her life extended; every high grade, five flood seasons, and every top grade, ten. Right now the Queen had lived for four hundred and ten flood seasons. Her scouts had found twenty high-grade specimens of meat that helped extend her life by one hundred flood cycles! She felt so excited that she did not eat her concubine once he had finished mating, but instead simply tore off one of his legs and flicked him aside.
