Chapter 7: Bee-come the Master
The gateway then slammed shut, locking the Hunger out once again.
The black tendrils' spread through both the core room and the meadow began to slow down, until they eventually stopped. The entire Tower fell silent.
Beginning cleansing.
Belissar slowly rose to his feet as the rumbling stopped. He glanced at the black tendrils within the core room, but they didn’t move any further. He glanced in the core, but there was no sign of the monster. He crept to the door, and gingerly stepped outside.
He gasped.
The flower field was black and wilted. Everywhere he looked, tendrils of the Hunger reached across the ground, leaving dead flowers in their wake. The breeze carried dead leaves through the air. The trees in the fields were black and crumbling.
And everywhere he looked on the ground, he saw dead bees.
He walked through the field in a daze. The field was silent. Not a flower left to rustle in the wind. Not a single bee left to buzz about.
Not even the one who had saved him.