The world burned.
Every single thing that she had in her life was reduced to embers of what they were, but despite her anger, anguish and agony she felt she moved forward, her rustic orange fur brushed against the heat but she persevered.
She held a clutch of eggs, she was moving and bumping with a lot of things on her way and she wasn't sure that most of them would survive. But she held a bunch, she hoped that at least a few would survive.
Crackling noises resounded out and soon a large thud befall her surroundings, she tumbled but she made sure most of the force was to befall her body. Her body was hurt and she was in agony, but she didn't give up, she moved forward, even if it means she had to crawl.
She stopped crawling once she stopped feeling the heat. Once she felt safe, every bit of her being went limp, she was not dead she was dead tired. Her beady eyes slowly went into torpor as she realized there is no more threat. The distant crackling of fire wouldn't reach her ears.
Moments later she woke up, the entire place was ashen grey, the air hard to breathe for those with developed airways. She looked at the place with terror, reminding her of what happened to her hive.
She slumped, saddened by the fact. Then she remembered. The clutch of eggs! She looked around and saw 15 clutches of eggs she brought were reduced to 3 intact eggs, unlike the others the three fared better.
She carefully looked over the three eggs. Hoping that they weren't damaged. Today was the supposed day they would hatch. She waited, not even bothering to look for food once she got hungry. She continued watching it.
Hours pass and none, no reaction at all. She was slowly getting tired and her mental state wasn't at the best. Her wings singed, her body battered. She could only hope that the clutch of eggs would survive as it was her only hope.
Moments later, that hope was repaid, the egg moved, and she waited, hoping for the hatchling to continue to break out of its shell. When minutes passed and it still couldn't get out of the egg she moved, helping the hatchling out of its shell. Sometimes hatchlings would have a hard time moving out of its shell, so she and her brethren would sometimes help them out.
But when she helped the hatchling move out of its shell, her hope died like cold water was poured into her blazing soul. The hatchling stood still, with not a single ounce of movement, it was dead.
She let out of pained moan, her mandibles clacking. She slumped down, her soul wounded from the pain. She wondered why, why the word is so cruel to her. The sentiment echoed to her mind. But nobody heard it.
With sadness filling her soul she slowly fell asleep, not knowing it will be forever.
***
Devon was now in his last wits, sticking to his strategy. He was the last on a 3v3 which they had made bets on. The two voices shouting from the background are the random teammates he had that lost because they weren't resourceful.
Now all that was left was Devon. Early game he made sure to get the necessary towers, focusing on eco while creating units worth their eco. Thanks to that he captured multiple Resource units in the map by the mid-game. His team in the early game focused on finding the enemies and being a pain in the ass.
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All was in Devon's planning, the money was no joke and he plans to have it.
While playing, multi-tasking, binding units to units and his eyes onto units, resources and the map simultaneously he made it to the endgame.
The three random players started arguing with each other.
Devon kept his focus on the screen. He wished that he had multiple monitors but he can't be choosy right now, he was in an internet cafe. Minutes became hours the battle raged on and the three players are focused in the game.
“Damnit! He has most of the resource mines.”
“Drain his military units, we need to scratch him down.”
They started strategizing, but Devon has his ears all open he listened to their loud, impatient mouths and prepared a counter. Each ticking minute the resource mines were being drained but that was fine.
Devon already has the Endgame Units, only can be countered by the same unit, and if not? Hundreds and hundreds of units till the Endgame units fall. But as of this time? The enemy has already exhausted resources and Devon was on the attack.
With the Endgame units Devon started his attack, going after the nearest Enemy spawn, taking the place for himself, directing another set of hundreds of units to another enemy spawn which they didn't expect. And finally, he took over the last enemy.
The three players were mad while Devon and his own team were happy that they got the money. They shared the bets before leaving, Devon, of course, whose motive was to have fun and win the bet immediately left after the money was given out.
The sun was going down and he needed to go back, he grew up in this town so he knew all the shortcuts, though some of them were gone because the government changed things. As he was walking in an alley that was getting darker by the second he heard footsteps.
They were multiple people since the footsteps are loud, and they also seem to move towards him. He turned around, but before he could fully turn around a fist came flying up to his face making him tumble forward.
“Ugh!”
“We found the filthy cheater!”
He felt a kick on his back making him fall fully, his neck hurt. Devon knows that voice, it's the players he played against. Before he could turn his head, multiple kicks came raining down on his body.
He even felt a kick directed at the back of his head, thankfully though he had his arms clasped around his head.
“What software did you use?”
In pain, Devon his eyes blurred, his eyes darted and before he looked up he saw a light flashing in front of him.
“This piece of shit cheated in a game, how low can you get!”
The hypocrites continued the beatdown, Devon felt an intense amount of pain on his left side of the body. He gritted his teeth and continued to suffer. Sooner or later he felt the sound of a metallic object, before he could even lift his head, his head went blank and everything went black.
***
Devon woke up─ she woke up, no… they woke up. Their head in pain, physically and mentally. She remembered the life she never had and he gained a new one. Devon could clearly tell that it was not his body, however, it could not be quite the same for her, a prospective queen of the hive, to have this advanced mind.
They're the same but not at the same time.
Devon realised the situation as her, so Devon gave up as he saw her memory, their souls churned and blended. Their souls merged and a flash of light appeared.
[Two souls detected]
[A single entity cannot have one Soul Card]
[Reconfiguring]
[Reconfigured]
[8/10 Gods allowed the Unique situation]
[Devon’s Soul Card is now added to the Deck.]
[You have gained Devon’s 5-Star Soul Card “The Greatest Mindset”]
[Status]
Name/species: Haecilly (Anthobombus Bees)
Title:
Soul Card: [Nature’s Touch], [The Greatest Mindset]
Constitution: C rank
Soul Power:15/30(-15)
Deck Slots:
Active:4 available
Passive:3 available
***
Haecilly looked at the screen, her soul as one felt weird, she was neither Devon nor her anymore. She was both of the same, she felt new, she felt different. Thanks to Devon’s memories, will and intent, she got up.
Today will not be the day she dies. Today is the day she will live and move forward. For herself, for the colony. She will not waste the name Devon gave her.
Haecilly:[https://imgur.com/IDrTPHC]