[The Kingdom was at pain. The Infection was close to coming in reality and the Bugs went afraid. Peace was never this low, and it furstrated the King, whom built that civilization.]

[The Pale King was sitting down on his throne, to the highest level of the White Palace as he was sitting still. His Pale charming beauty never takes anyone's eyes off. And now, you were standing in front of the King himself.]

“What is it that thou must need, Bug ?” [His tone was stern but confident.]