[Center][h2] Millu’ci’vanda [/h2][/center]

“Agreed. I’ve already been joined to one hive, so that makes me extra vulnerable to being drawn back into another one.” I pause a moment. “But... I do not sense that they intend to make us Joiners. They haven’t released the proper pheromones.”

[Center][h2] Caalin Daemon[/h2][/center]

“It doesn’t matter what they intend. I’d rather take my chances.” I get into a fighting stance, waving my emerald lightsaber in a warding motion towards the Killiks.

[Center][h2] The Caretaker [/h2][/center]

The same cold voice speaks again from on high. “Many have come to this place. Few have survived. None are worthy of my power.” More and more bugs scuttle down the walls, charging at the three from all sides.