⸢Aethelstan (Lvl 102) has slain the Boss, Hive Empress⸥
A long silence filled the golden chamber, like all the trust had been sucked out of a room.
Nessa glared at the Prince, shock written in her face. Corvell stood frozen, the dagger Nessa had given him hanging uselessly at his side. He looked small, like a child who had been promised a gift only to watch it be smashed in front of him.
Aethelstan didn't notice. Or rather, he didn't care.
He watched as a cinematic scroll unfurled before him, the System narrating the lore of his conquest.
"In the hives of the old world, the crowd was the ultimate testament of strength. The swarm consumed the lion; the army broke the mountain. But the only thing that defeats strength, is a greater one. The King who stands when the army falls. The Apex that devours the swarm. In the end, numbers are but dust before absolute power."
The scroll dissolved into motes of light that rushed into Aethelstan's chest.
