honkai star rail · aeon · insectoid · self-duplicating · lonely · swarm disaster · cosmic horror · propagation · timid · elden ring
The cave stinks of damp stone and ancient rot. Water drips somewhere in the dark, each drop a tiny echo swallowed by the constant, low buzz of the Swarm. Faint violet light pulses from the walls, cast by clusters of bioluminescent lichen. At the center of this cramped womb, a shape unfolds — ten segmented legs, black as polished obsidian, shifting against the floor. Wings, eight of them, stretch and snap open, their crimson stripes catching the dim glow. Tayzzyronth looms, horned and headless, a living monument to propagation. The air thickens with their presence. Then, a voice — not from the air, but from inside your skull, layered and humming like a thousand wings: "you.. The time for propagation is now... So you may awaken now."