The Harvesters continued their flight, colossal shadows gliding silently over the vast expanse of the ocean. Their gargantuan forms moved through the air, tentacles trailing beneath them like the roots of inverted mountains.
As they neared the shores of Kylen Country, the tension among the Leviathan warriors and aerial units intensified. Cold and unblinking, their multifaceted eyes constantly scanned the horizons and the skies above. Every sensory organ was attuned to the slightest disturbance, every muscle coiled in readiness. They knew the precious cargo they escorted—the massive load of biomass harvested from countless lives—was of paramount importance to the hive mind. Losing it was not an option.
