In the far north of Russia, in the midst of a frozen wilderness, a golden pyramidal structure stood tall.
This was a hive hill that had recently popped up in the world, just like several others. However, the difference was that this hive hill had a translucent blue dome covering it completely.
Not only that, but this blue dome also had a missile lying randomly on the frozen ground. No one knew whether this missile was a dead bird or simply one that was resting.
But for the moment, the hive hill and the missile were both dormant, both sleeping soundly.
In the midst of this situation, another new entity appeared. A lone undead made of rotting flesh and bones staggered inside.
And in its hand was a light blue colored marble covered in various markings.
Though the marble gave off a unique aura, the undead causally swung its arms carrying the thing and jogged closer to the hive hill without any care in the world.
