"Power…" The deep, magnetic, and oppressive voice of the All-King echoed in the occupied void.
"Power is a funny, vague, and spiteful thing to play with, son."
Kael, tall and having a mind absent of hesitation, had his hands held behind his back. His legs were put together and the edges of his black and white robes jacket fluttered due to inertia.
The light of conquest illuminated his chest, shoulders, and back. His forehead, no longer covered by the locks of spicy blonde hair, faintly reflected his surroundings.
Next to him, a tall but much shorter young man struggled to stabilize himself on the invisible ground while keeping his eyes locked on the scenery ahead.
Around them, layers upon layers of beeswax and honeycombs were positioned in excess.
The hive chamber section they were in was so wide and vast that it was baffling.
