Then Hill realized where that bit of wrongness came from.
The vitality of the Scarlet people was indeed disappearing, but it was flowing into the sea.
No, it should be said it was flowing toward some giant creature in the ocean.
Their vitality, which was more vigorous than that of ordinary people, was almost inextricably linked to this giant creature.
It was just like... the legendary hive.
The insects depended on the hive for their existence, and upon dying, they returned their vitality to the hive.
Doing this seemed to have no problems, but... insects never doubted any decisions made by the insect mother in the hive.
No matter what they were asked to do, they would charge ahead without hesitation.
Even in the starry sky, some giant hives as large as several universes had nothing, apart from a small number of elite insects that retained their own will as long as they didn't violate the insect mother's orders; most insects had nothing except the desire for combat and devouring.
The Scarlet people certainly weren't that severe, but their sensation made Hill feel a bit like... the legendary Insectoid Race.
He couldn't help frowning, gazing at the direction where that vitality dissipated... but he gained nothing.
It seemed that as long as they entered the sea, this vitality would return to its true master.
Who would do such a thing?
Hill completely didn't understand... for the creature regarded as the insect mother, paying a portion of her vitality and being able to exchange it back twofold after a hundred years seemed like a very cost-effective deal.
However, after absorbing so much of this vitality that was on the verge of collapse and carried a hint of death, how much sanity did that existence have left?
Chaos creatures playing around like