The Hive Screams Back

The ground cracked.

The sky screamed.

And the world… shook.

It began with a pulse—a low thrum that vibrated through the air like a predator's purr before a kill.

Then came the lightless flood.

Tens of thousands of Hive soldiers, moving as one organism.

But not recklessly—not blindly.

They were hunting.

The Hive had learned.

No longer testing.

No longer underestimating.

Now… it retaliated.

The Targets: The Unforgivable Flames

Their directive was clear:

"Cull the priestesses. Break the god-chosen. Kill the symbols of hope."

And so they moved.

Toward the Five Priestesses

Ayola, Priestess of Papa Legba: Surrounded by a swarm of Reality Unweavers, creatures that distort language and intent. Her words of power begin to slip, crackle. But her eyes blaze with unrelenting defiance.

Ayomi, Priestess of Baron Samedi: Targeted by Hive Death-Drinkers, who consume soulfire. They crawl, black and slow, seeking to sap her dominion over the dead. She spits in their direction, dancing into the attack, her laughter louder than their screeches.

Sael, Priestess of Erzulie: Besieged by Emotive Leeches, creatures who turn love into rot and lust into pain. But Sael's fury is layered with grace. Her whip lashes across the battlefield like a storm of affection turned weapon.

Thalia, Priestess of the Seven-Faced Ogou: Surrounded by Hive Steelbinders, who aim to lock her weapon forms in stasis. But she shatters them with brute force, screaming her god's war-songs with every blow.

Elis, Priestess of Maman Brigitte: Engaged by Silencers, Hive warriors that drag victims into void-zones. But Elis fights back with fire that sings and laughter that burns, walking between death and madness like it's home.