On the slick, muddy ground of the swamp.
A young-looking Insect-man stared at the Ghost Bee on the ground, now just a puddle of purple blood, a look of profound astonishment on his face.
'A completely unfamiliar insect.'
He pinched a bit of the blood, rubbing it carefully between his fingers. His expression grew solemn as he looked toward the academy.
After carefully collecting the remaining blood, he took out a flute that resembled white jade and began to play it softly.
An endless swarm of pale blue moths broke through the wind and rain, circling a colossal, blue, moth-like insect that was over ten meters in size. They landed gently before him.
The young Insect-man gave a gentle flap of the insect wings on his back and floated gracefully onto the moth's back.
The swarm, like a cloud of blue mist, slowly advanced in the direction of the academy.
