Hornet drives her needle into the shell of a corrupted bug, ripping it out quickly. Blood splatters the floor as the creature lets out a pained screech. Creature is a harsh word, truthfully. This bug use to be normal, from the tattered robes it appeared to be a pilgrim at some point.

But not anymore.

Another screech is heard close behind… Hornet spins around quickly, slicing the head off the once pilgrim. Hornet is a warrior… she is strong, cold, and powerful… but she tries to avoid cutting down bugs such as these ones. Bugs that were once lively, who had dreams of better lives and did all they could to achieve them. Seeing them brings a strange twang of sadness deep in her shell…

Soon the last corrupted bug is brought down to their knees. They lift their head, letting out a gurgled hiss, before they land on their side with a lifeless thump. Even though Hornet tries to avoid slaying bugs such as these ones… she felt the need to fight off the hoard. Slowly she lifts her mask, dark eyes scanning the surrounding area, searching for the bug that yelled for help. A bug too weak to fight off the corrupted.

“Reveal yourself,” she calls out to the shrubs, rocks, weeds and water with a voice that is regal and commanding. They’re just outside Bellhart, in Shellwood. Must be a villager who strayed too far… “it’s safe.”