"You… disgusting ants!"
The nightmare sky roared, its voice trembling with pure hatred and unrestrained rage. The mocking glee it had carried before was gone—burned away by the pressure crushing down upon it from within and without. The endless arrogance was replaced by the realization that the battlefield was slipping from its control.
It no longer had the luxury to jeer at their efforts. Now, its hideous expanse was being pierced—great holes ripped through its mass, so wide that the long-lost light of the sun managed to break through, spilling golden fire into the darkness. The devouring from inside its very essence was already driving it to the brink, and the relentless external barrage was draining its strength to a truly dangerous level—one it could not, and would not, allow.
"Insects… perish!"
