Countdown to insect swarm: 2 standard Galaxy days.
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Goo goo woo——
Deep space whale song.
Yang Ming quietly floated in space.
No temperature, no distance, no time, there was only the infinite extension of space.
He saw, the girl clad in holy light, floating quietly beside him. The two seemed within reach, yet as if separated by thousands of light years.
A patch of starlight was extinguished like a candle blown out; it seemed a dark river was surging there.
The affected starlight increased.
In the blink of an eye, the entire deep space turned pitch black, with only sparse starlight remaining in two directions.
'They are coming.'
'They are coming.'
'They are coming.'
The cacophony of whispers surrounded his ears.
Yang Ming seemed to see something, looking carefully in that direction, he glimpsed the giant queen through the vague shadows.
She was as massive as a planet, instinctively prompting Yang Ming to consider escape.
This was not an existence he could oppose.
