The first rays of sunshine appeared on the horizon, a gentle breeze making the leaves of the trees tremble. Around them, the first spring flowers were opening, announcing a promising season of abundance. Spring was the ideal time to plant, but also the season of bees. These creatures, essential to the natural cycle, carried pollen from flower to flower, ensuring the reproduction of plants.
However, Seth hated bees. These insects, as long as his forearm, emitted a buzzing that could drive him crazy. Despite their crucial role, he couldn't appreciate them. His master, Cliff, had once told him that in his world, bees were smaller, barely bigger than a finger. They were even raised. Cliff had considered setting up hives at the fortress, until he discovered that the queen of a hive could become a plague-class creature. This idea had cooled his enthusiasm.
