The mutant wasp flew up to the larger abomination and hovered above it for a while. It flew away once Cain and Evangeline were no longer on its abdomen.
Landing in the silver fur of the giant insect, Cain felt the cool wind wash over him as his gaze swept over everything in his line of view.
'Damn. She doesn't intend on pulling any punches.'
The entire forest floor was absolutely covered with all sorts of troops ranging from the larger beastly creatures to the smaller but equally as insidious critters and insectoid mutant creatures.
'Doesn't she think too much of me?' he sighed internally.
Then he turned to face Anathe. Standing right beside her was her right hand bug, Traxillion the Redscale General.
The giant {Redscale General} had become far more terrifying since the last time he saw the thing.
The color of its carapace was a much darker shade of crimson.
