The Hive’s Eldest Speak

Beneath all, in a realm of rotting stars and collapsed dimensions, the Ancient Hive Leaders stirred.

They did not walk.

They did not crawl.

They grew—across planes and timelines, across memory and future.

Their names were not words. They were diseases, frequencies, fractures in the foundation of reality.

But today… they translated.

And they spoke.

Queen of Veins – She Who Drank the Last Moon

A thousand tongues peeled open within the Hive core.

"So they gather," she hissed. "To eat what eats them. Bold. Arrogant. Perfect."

Her mouth opened—tall as mountains—releasing screaming spores.

The Crown of Larvae – The Forgotten Mind

He pulsed inside his cocoon of dead light.

"One of them is marked," he whispered. "One of them carries the Seed. The Inversion. They do not know."

His drones began to shape new weapons—bones carved from lost pantheon memories.

The Weeping Father – Who Mourned Before Life Began

He did not move.

He wept black ichor that melted time.

But through his cries, a word emerged.

"Kill… Zion."

And the Hive began to converge.

Not just to destroy.

Not just to consume.

But to erase.

To remove the memory of gods, warriors, priestesses—even war itself.