Vermis said nothing.
The insects around her began to move.
His breathing grew heavier.
"I'm begging you," he said, the words coming out strained now. "Stop them. I don't want to die like this."
Still nothing.
He took another step back, then stumbled as something brushed against his leg.
He looked down, and the insects are climbing on him.
His body reacted instantly, his muscles tightening as he shook them off, crushing dozens underfoot, but more replaced them immediately, crawling up his boots, his legs, his torso.
"No… no, get them off!"
He slammed his hands against his body, trying to crush them, trying to tear them away, his strength enough to kill hundreds in seconds, but it didn't matter.
They kept coming.
"STOP THEM!"
"Please! I'll do anything!"
Vermis met his gaze, with a cold eyes.
"You talk too much insect."
That was the last thing she said.
