Vlad, Freya, and Jormungandr stood atop the peak of a canyon, their faces etched with exhaustion as they gazed upon the relentless marching hive below. The wind whipped around them, carrying the distant hum of millions of wings and the clattering of chitinous limbs.
The trio had already attacked more than a dozen times, each unleashing all their power before escaping as fast as possible to avoid being surrounded. The strain was immense, pushing them to their limits. The hive mind adapted with every ambush they orchestrated, learning to counter their moves, making each assault more challenging. There were moments when miscalculations nearly cost them their lives.
A solemn expression settled on their faces as they surveyed the swarm. Though they had managed to eliminate over seventy Leviathan insect-humanoids, nearly one hundred remained, their numbers daunting. And that was not the only thing that bothered Vlad.
