[b]Xanathan influence, Vi'lan hive[/b]

The winds howled in the night. The sky was an open grey, and the moon glowed humbly. The perfect time to seek out a new ally. Under the cover of night, Vi'lan and her small brood abandoned the hive. She knew the Val'gasra would not succeed their goals unless they had an ally. The outsider's territory seemed endless, stretching miles upon miles in length and distance.

The shrubs and greenery was getting thicker for every meter she trudged. She pulled a look of grimace. Greenery meant little radiation, which meant her and her brood's health was at risk and their bodies would be prone to sickness and disease. She focused on her goal and discarded her fears, trying to stamp out any flame of fear and discouragement. It would be days, possibly even weeks to find the rumored nation, but even rumors are not always true.


[b]Glasslands, unknown neutral city[/b]

Fires roared and blood spilled. Another raid, another day. Shi'vas enjoyed watching the bloodshed and chaos unfold. Standing on a ruined building, he reared back. "Kill them all! For the Val'gara!" He roared, encouraging his troops. He lunged into battle, slicing an outsider's chest and jumped back to cut the throat of an outsider soldier. Suddenly, a loud sound, loud enough to deafen Shi'vas... An outsider, holding some strange looking box stood on some debris. The box was smoking, and the dead corpse of a ravager stood in front of it.

"How is that possible?" Shi'vas spat. "Kill it! Avenge your brother!" he roared. Multitudes of Val'gasra horrors charged for the outsider, but the sound kept coming, the box kept firing, and the corpses of Val'gasra kept falling. The outsider was finally dead, but it had killed many of Shi'vas's forces. More soldiers with the strange boxes came, these with different shapes. Some long, big, and heavy, others small, short, and tiny. But all were just as deadly. "Retreat! Fall back! Brothers and sisters! To me!" Shi'vas commanded, his troop's morale was as low as his. The boxes were obviously weapons, and they were stronger than him or his forces.


[b]Glasslands, Ga'san hive[/b]

"WHAT?! DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU FAILED TO SOME STRANGE CONTRAPTIONS?!" Queen Ga'san roared. "I...I...It was not our f..fault... their weapons were too..." Shi'vas tried. "AND YOUR FORCES COULD NOT STOP THEM?!" Bellowed the Queen. "We tried, but the first one took more than half of the swarm, then many more enemy soldiers appeared! They would have killed us!" Shi'vas complained. 

The Queen took that one. "How many were there?" She asked, calmer than before. "Tens, twenties... We are not sure, we did not look long enough to see them..." Shi'vas winced, preparing for another scolding. "Very well then," The Queen said unexpectedly. "Send some scouts. See if you can figure out where these 'weapons' are coming from." She commands. "Yes, my Queen. I will not fail you again..." Shi'vas says with a low bow before heading out of the hive.

"We must evolve... Our enemies are getting stronger. The outsiders must have more weapons like those... summon the weavers here. We must grow stronger." The Queen commanded her underlings. "If our enemies advance faster than us, we will be wiped out and we may never fulfill our goal and purpose.