Lindong lost his temper in the quiet garden. Extreme coldness emanated from his body, absorbing the heat from all objects and turning the surroundings into a frigid zone, so much so that even the Green Elder had to stay far away from Lindong.
"First, the Empress refused to bear the responsibility of our Swarm for the sake of a human male, and then that despicable Iridium Star Chancellor slaughtered one of our Dukes. Why is our path to claiming dominion over the Galaxy so arduous? Aren't we Insectoids destined to rule the Universe?" Lindong let out a painful roar.
A figure that looked more like a human than an Insectoid approached. He walked alone into the area of extreme coldness around Lindong, yet he remained unharmed.
"Nobody's fate is predetermined, nor can anyone truly control everything. There have been at least dozens of Swarms before us, but each of them was destroyed. Their path to ruling the Galaxy was not easy, and neither is ours now."
