Messed Up The Situation
Editor: Atlas Studios
Went back in time to today.
On the battlefield that had already ended, Engineer insectoids were crawling everywhere.
They looked like Stag Beetles that were thousands of times larger. Their immense strength allowed them to effortlessly drag heavy objects.
With the efforts of the Engineer Insect Clan, everything on the battlefield, whether living or dead, whether undead or insectoid, was dragged to the back and placed in a heavily guarded open space.
Here, the branches of the Mother Tree swayed, adorned with human heads hanging from its branches.
Looking below at the food provided by the Insect Clan, the Mother Tree was delighted.
Was there anything more satisfying than having others hunt for you instead of hunting yourself?
And what about the human-headed monsters I sent out?