Below, in the area where the nest once stood, there is nothing left but a massive, blackened pit with an edge that gleams like glass, as if scorched by a celestial branding iron.
Within hundreds of meters around the pit, all fungal blankets, insects, and building remnants have vanished, leaving only a scorched, lifeless plain. The air is filled with the charred smell of burnt materials and the distinctive scent of soil after intense heat exposure.
The Duke gazed calmly at his handiwork, without a trace of pride on his face.
He knew that this was merely a temporary delay.
But as long as he could buy more time and weaken the Insect Race's strength, it was worth it.
This was merely the elimination of a nascent nest shape. The origin of these insects has yet to be found, likely hidden somewhere in a secluded corner of Bessume County.
The Duke floated in mid-air, surveying the surroundings, noticing that there were still many Void Insects active and heading this way.
