The bee queen remained silent, valuing her life more than her dignity or pride.
Her eyes, once filled with lust and anger, now held a flicker of fear, her body going limp in submission.
Aaron looked around, his gaze sweeping the battlefield methodically.
He found most of the bee queen's subordinates dead from his last attack, their withered husks scattered across the ground like forgotten debris.
But not all the subordinates lost their lives. A few lingered, hovering uncertainly, their wings beating weakly in the aftermath.
The rest that lived had their lives taken by Aaron afterward. He extended his will, a dark energy emanating from him that targeted each one precisely.
Aaron forcefully pulled their souls from their bodies, causing bones to lay around all over the expanse of space.
The souls wailed faintly as they were extracted, leaving behind skeletal remains that clattered to the ground in a macabre display.
