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He wasn't here for the small workers or even the aggressive guardians. He was here for the Queen.

The air in the Kharidian Desert didn't just shimmer; it vibrated with the rhythmic, chitinous clicking of a thousand legs. Kaelen adjusted the grip on his Drygore mace, the cold chitin of the weapon a sharp contrast to the blistering heat radiating from the hive entrance. kalphite-rs3

Descending into the hive, the light shifted from the golden glare of the sun to a sickly, phosphorescent green. The smell hit him next—damp earth, old rot, and the sharp, acidic tang of Kalphite pheromones. He moved past the lower tunnels, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpets of sand and discarded husks, until he reached the heavy, organic seal of the inner sanctum. He wasn't here for the small workers or

As he pushed through, the rose. She was a nightmare of evolution: a towering, iridescent beetle with mandibles that could snap a dragon’s femur. Kaelen adjusted the grip on his Drygore mace,