The Hive Convenes

Far below the reach of light, in the abyss between dimensions, where physics unravel and time coils like a sleeping serpent, the Hive gathered.

Not in sound.

Not in form.

But in thought.

A Chorus of Clicking Minds reverberated across the Neural Web, echoing from the Supreme High Queen down to the smallest neural drone. The void itself pulsed with their agenda—a council of hunger, convened for war.

In the Core of Hollow Devouring, beneath a crust made of extinct stars and fossilized screams, the 171 High Queens of Consumption gathered around the Synaptic Throne, linked directly to the consciousness of the Supreme High Queen of Synapse.

From her flowed the Mandate of Becoming.

"Consume. Adapt. Perfect. Become."

🕷 Agenda: Galactic Assimilation

The Hive had stirred, but not aimlessly. They did not seek war for glory. They did not burn worlds for revenge.

They devoured because it was their nature.

Because knowledge, power, and life itself were nourishment.

This cycle, however, was different. Something ancient had shifted.

Something unforeseen had awakened.

🕷 Report from the Neural Scourge

From thousands of infiltrated star systems, the Hive had gathered fragments:

A mortal who bore the echoes of both gods and demons.

A realm—Ginen—whose pathways could breach even the protective shell of forgotten worlds.

And above all… a being called Zion.

🕷 Zion: The Catalyst Anomaly

Zion, born of mortals, baptized in Lwa fire, and touched by demonic shadow, now stood at the center of divine and infernal convergence.

He bore sigils not meant to coexist.

He made choices that broke fundamental laws.

He united what the Hive believed was un-uniteable.

The Queens whispered his name through the ether, and in their black language, it was pronounced:

"Zha'tuun-El—the Bridge of Unmaking."

🕷 The Plan of Evolution

A new directive spread through the Hive:

Study Zion. Observe his interactions, his limits, his decisions.

Dissect his sigils and the powers embedded within.

Infiltrate the pantheons involved in the war. Steal their essence, copy their myths.

And finally…

Consume Zion.

Not to destroy him—

But to merge with him. To evolve into something the galaxy had never seen.

The Hive would not simply invade.

It would transform.

Zion was the missing equation, the bridge to the Hive's Final Evolution—where no form, no faith, no law could restrain them. A Hive that could wield divinity and corruption. A Hive that no longer required a queen… because it would become the Everything.

Across the galaxy, bassoon prepared.

Across the void, the Hive calculated.

In silence.

And the stars began to tremble.