Humaneness for bees

Subjugated Hive 1—its Queen, Rulia, was still considering a good name for it—was a pitiful sight even from the outside.

A quarter of bees guarding it looked like they emerged from infected pupae, and another quarter could've been infected right now. They weren't even flying or pacing near the entrance, they just sat and waited.

I told my guards to wait outside—to not provoke anyone—and cautiously flew toward the hive. The guards barely paid me any mind.

Following my sense of smell, I quickly found Rulia's royal chamber.

Even the Queen Attendants hanging around looked sickly. A few gave me curious glances, but the rest were indifferent—either because I was a Drone, or because they were too tired to care.