Beyond the wreckage, Jormungandr could see movement—hundreds of thousands of drones that had been spared by distance, and behind them, the ominous figures of the hive's humanoid-insect hybrid warriors.
The hive paused briefly as if processing the destruction before them, but their resolve didn't falter. For these creatures, the death of their kind meant nothing. It was like a human soldier would not really care for small wounds since it was inconsequential for the rest of the body.
Without wasting a second, and before the hive could adapt to the sudden loss of its drones, Jormungandr opened his mouth, generating a powerful consuming force that drew the lightning and fire scattered across the shattered mountain range into his maw. It was a shocking sight—a river of lightning and an ocean of fire being collected into the small yellow cat. Elemental energies swirled around him, forming a vortex that devoured the remnants of the explosion.
