The buzzing grew louder, forming a terrifying chorus that shook the ground beneath them. It felt like a divine army was descending from the clouds.
From the darkened clouds above, countless shadows descended, each one shaped like a monstrous bee larger than a full-grown horse.
Out of the swarm, a figure emerged, cloaked in black robes stitched with golden thread. His face was hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat, and small, intricate hives that pulsed with life rested on his gloved hands.
Klaus, who was only into the second story, felt his life force taken. Per his calculation, a week had been siphoned, leaving him with a little over seven months to live if he didn't break through soon.
The Beekeeper raised one hand, and the entire swarm responded with a thunderous wave, surging toward the spider demon.
It had already lost three legs, with the remaining eleven sustaining cracks here and there. The archer had done a good job on him.
