"Who are these people?" Ricky narrowed his compound eyes, his expression hard to read, yet a faint tension flickered beneath his calm exterior.
The aura drifting from the northern edge of the forest was unlike anything he had encountered recently. It was pure, almost painfully so—radiating a holy light that clashed with every fiber of his being. It wasn't just foreign; it was hostile to his very nature.
A frown crept across his face.
"That aura... it feels like it was crafted to destroy me."
He clicked his mandibles slowly, thinking.
"Hmm. I should send Darius to investigate."
But just as the thought crossed his mind, the unfamiliar aura shifted.
Ricky's antennae twitched violently.
His body instinctively turned east, toward the ancient grove that concealed the Undead Princess Zygote.
His eyes darkened.
"Not good."
Those mysterious intruders were heading in the direction he feared most.
No matter their purpose, they could not be allowed near the zygote.
