'Git Gud!'

Said the Insectoid.

Or humanoidsectoid??

Born of the Pale King and Herrah the Beast, Hornet carried the weight of two bloodlines from the moment she first drew breath. Wyrm’s will gave her endurance, Weaver’s thread gave her precision, and duty made her into a sentinel before she could ever be a daughter.

Years passed, and though she fought with unmatched resolve, loss was her constant companion. Companions, lovers, even fleeting bonds—all faded while she endured. Solitude sharpened her edge, yet beneath the steel lingered a quiet longing, one that stirred when whispers reached her of another like herself.

The chamber fell silent as Lace’s threads unraveled, Hornet lowering her needle at last. Victory should have felt certain, yet her chest tightened—not from exhaustion, but from something else, something calling within her blood.

It was no phantom. The presence was real: half Wyrm, half Weaver, alive and near. Without hesitation, she turned from the fallen foe, cloak trailing behind her. For the first time in years, her path was drawn not only by duty, but by the pull of kinship.

"Source???" In the image bumz at the qr code scan it or put it in google image search to get the link.

Anyways hi im back from my break mb i was busy with assignments an dprojects in school lol, i hope you guys enjoy this