He walked out, his wings were amber with some gold splashes, they seemed.. ok.
but the ends were somewhat.. crumpled, like paper..
”I’m ok.” He said, sitting down.
(Actually nvm if it spoils the story so be it.)
Everything was Destroyed.
The whole Hive.
Gone.
Burnt to the ground.
The only thing intact was the few cocoons Scattered around. And part of the roof.
There was a Glowing cocoon next to you. Atlas.