In the depths of the black fog.
A silhouette was floating in mid-air, behind him, a pair of almost transparent wings were fluttering frantically.
He had a narrow head, with his nose and mouth almost entirely disappeared, replaced by a pair of bulbous black compound eyes that took up most of his head.
His body bloated, bearing an overall earthy yellow color, with a large sac on his back.
His lower body bore a slightly protruding sharp stinger, which was dull and lacked any shine.
However, if anyone were to get close to him, they could undoubtedly smell a tremendously sweet scent wafting around him.
"This human habitat has managed to hold out for so long..."
A raspy and somewhat unfamiliar voice came from his mouth, indicating that he had not spoken much in a long time.
"The hero of mankind? Those humans in black armor and riding Griffins, how can they be so strong?"
"Thousands of heroes of the Human Race, it's impossible... what on earth happened?"