Arach looked straight at Frovian, his piercing gaze demanding confirmation from the one sibling he knew truly understood the grand design.
"They have a purpose here, right, Frovian?"
Frovian offered a rare, thin smile, inclining his head respectfully toward the giant warrior. "You truly are the eldest, Arach. You understand that Mother's will is absolute, and she does not make mistakes."
Turning back to face the rest of the bewildered siblings, Frovian gestured toward the quiet, newly born human vessels.
"Yes, they have a purpose,"
Frovian explained, his voice echoing clearly through the quieted chamber.
"But this new batch... they are not like us. What I mean by that is quite simple: we are children built to live in our home with Mother, to defend the hive and hunt within our borders. But them? They were born with a pre-programmed mission. A mission that will help our Mother on a scale we cannot achieve from these caverns."
