There's white noise in your ears. You feel your body moving on its own - just your survival instinct - as you move out of the wreckage of what was your hive. You don't stop to try to dig your lusus out, it probably didn't make it.

Instead, you turn tail and run into the woods, heading straight for the Signless' campsite as the drones wreck havoc behind you. When you arrive, only the Dolorosa is there, preparing dinner. She looks at you with concern. "What happened, child?"