Hwat?

Shit! shit! shit!

What the hell did I just get myself into? I'm surrounded by hundreds of disgusting, rancid, squishy acid centipedes, and I'm the attraction of the hour! Not to even mention the overlord over there. Just its vision makes me palpitate!

I shiver in my worm self. I can't help it, I'm way more than outclassed here. And as I shiver, I witness as many of the less patient centipedes begin to inch towards me, intent on having a meal. None of them are terribly strong, but there are too many.

As they get closer I ready myself to defend, as much as I can with the over-stifling pressure the overlord is just exuding, I mean seriously, can you not?!

WHOOSH!

Right as I prepare to strike first, the overlord acts. Not at me, mind you, if you hear the shot it wasn't meant for you, but at its own subjects. Are they subjects? It's kinda hard to tell.

The overlord acid centipede actually stops the impatient little ones from eating me. How? Well, I'm not too sure either... All I see is a formless wave of pressure and splat! Every single centipede that was after me is dead, mixed together in a mound of flesh, with blood dying the ground red. Why did he do that? I move back a touch and turn my gaze back to the main threat, the overlord centipede.

It seems.. Interested in me? And not in a foodlike way either. It's how a researcher would look at a new species of harmless ants. While very uncomfortable for me, it's a preferable alternative to instant death. Death does not sound fun. Death sounds very much like the opposite of fun. Anyway, as the overlord stares at me, the other centipedes clear a large area around me. Why? I have no clue, but I'm not complaining. They smell bad. Of course, I'm still not in a good situation, but I'm not exactly in a spot to complain right now.

Just like that, an area around ten meters in diameter is cleared around me, leaving the vicinity slightly empty. The centipedes, for their part, truly look like they want to eat me, but the previous example has chained them for however long. I can only pray to Jeremy that they don't have a short memory.

SKREE!

A random elite centipede suddenly lets out a call, mobilizing all centipedes directly weaker than it, and scaring the shit out of me. Just like that, the elite centipede leads a huge portion of the centipede gathering away, farther and farther until they leave my range of vision, to do who knows what. The tension is very slightly reduced, and the rest of the centipedes start to order themselves by strength and type, I think.

Soon enough, I have a massive group of elites on my left, and my right is filled to the brim with centipedes, some of whose strength I cannot even sense. They then form their little groups. Little being around one hundred, but that's semantics. Of course, directly in front of me lies the acid centipede overlord, who seems to be yawning.

YAWN!

Just like that, the atmosphere changes.

Just what in the name of Jeremy is going on??!