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A host hurls himself at the door separating Acma's private chamber from the throne room, crushing his skull but ripping the wax door away. Guards move to protect the queen, but though they can block the hosts, wasps soon fill the air. Their carapaces glitter in the light of stone braziers, their bodies infinitely reflected by the crystalline walls. Neither swords nor firearms can stop this threat.

But Queen Acma has prepared for this. Her soldiers deploy jars of glue and sticky nets, swatting the insects from the sky. Nonetheless, the wasps seem able to disrupt their normally effortless coordination, and you suspect the queen will not survive without your help.