"Ah... to be honest, I've long grown tired of you lot."
The Speaker tilted his head back, his gaze hollow as he looked at the curled-up silhouettes, "If it weren't for maintaining the balance of the All Secrets Order, I really wouldn't want to spend even a bit of resources on you useless people."
The Speaker laughed hoarsely, like a dreadful demon, incessantly muttering.
"Everyone is a resource... why can't you be sacrifices?"
As soon as he finished speaking, bizarre screams erupted from the Crystal Beehive, and the curled-up figures struggled violently, as if the transparent gel that had been nurturing them all along suddenly turned into deadly corrosive acid eating away at their bodies.
