Several hours later, the remaining bees of Hive Woodcutter watched as their home was burning in a column of fire and smoke of the size nobody had ever seen before. The dragons and giant beasts that normally lived on tops of pillar mountains either fled already or were crying out in fear from a safe distance.
It would've been an awe-inspiring sight if the fire didn't destroy the home of a thousand bees, the bees themselves, and even their Queen.
The survivors, many of them burned or weak from smoke, stared at the flames somberly. Nobody cried, but everybody born in Hive Woodcutter was looking bereft—like they lost all reasons to live.
