The sky trembled violently as the clouds faded. The air itself seemed to be distorted as the three figures high above were blurred. Lightning flashed from time to time as they clashed.
"Thanks, Enigma," Varian muttered as he appeared above the second nest.
Most of it was devastated. Large craters. Destroyed lands.
Save for twenty cocoons on the edge.
The cocoons were each as large as a two-story building. Varian's space sense locked onto the twenty cocoons and he realized their composition right away.
Eighteen peak level 7s.
One low level 8.
One mid level 8.
The level 7s were still asleep, the low level 8 was waking up due to the commotion.
The mid level 8—
"No sneak attacks."
Varian swatted the lightning dagger above his shoulder.