Chen Li stood at the entrance to the Hall of Heroes with his arms folded, looking at the Aeon before him—one powerful enough to make the universe tremble. There was not the slightest trace of reverence on his face.
As soon as Chen Li finished speaking, the terrifying screech abruptly stopped.
Even though it had silenced its screeching out of fear, the Propagation Aeon's countless compound eyes remained fixed on the open door behind Chen Li.
Within that dazzling white light, it sensed...
A call from its own kind.
The aura of a "kindred."
It heard that, beyond that distant radiance, a child—a similarly helpless and isolated "kinsman"—was calling to it.
The girl calling to it was the Swarm's last survivor.
And it, Tzivros, was the last of the Coleoptera that had once ruled the land.
The same curse upon them, the same hostility from the entire world, the same... loneliness.
That loneliness crossed time and death, igniting Divine Fire and awakening the instinct of Propagation.
As long as you are Swarm... as long as you call to me... I will answer you!
But that man standing in front of the door... was terrifying.
Its intuition screamed, and its instincts wailed. It was a terror harder than the walls of "Preservation," more blazing than the flames of "Destruction."
"Go back."
Chen Li's voice was not loud, yet it exploded through the Hall of Heroes.
"Screech!"
The Propagation Aeon let out a screech of utter fury.
How could it retreat?!
That was its only kin! Its only chance at rebirth!
Even with an invincible enemy blocking its path, even if it had to burn its essence! Burn its Path! It would never give up!
To answer the call of its kind, to let insect wings cover the universe once more... Tzivros