Trumpeteer's Lair

The virus didn't want the living clan members anymore. It was alright with sparing them, the damage had been done, and now it sat in peace with those few which had prevailed and proven their survival with a beating heart to still be effective and magnificent. That isn't to say the hive stopped growing; It was always bursting at the seams. It still feasted, turned, and pushed, but it was pushing for those few that had shown their worth. It fought for the Caristhine.