The war was going poorly for General RAAM. For what seemed like a lifetime, the Hollow had been besieged from beneath by these grotesque glowing abominations from beneath, spawned from the core of Sera by the Immulsion below. Whatever foul essence had brought about the creation of these monstrosities was now beginning to take over and infect his own troops. What soldiers were not killed by the Lambent menace in his skirmishes against them were absorbed into their ranks by means of this infectious disease. His queen was outraged.
"How can these monsters be defeating you? They are weak! They are inferior! We are the supreme rulers of the Hollow!"
RAAM had nothing to say that would quell her rage, so he maintained his trademark silence and listened to her rant.
"This is intolerable! I cannot, I WILL NOT, have us driven from our home like some vermin found nesting in the corner! We must destroy these invaders before they spell doom for us all!"
Still he held his tongue.
"That damned Fenix still hasn't come up with a cure, a means of stopping this vile infestation. We might soon have no choice but to invade the surface of Sera. We will crush the humans for their failure to aid us in our time of need. Then we will turn, fortify, and face the Lambent onslaught with renewed vigor. Yes... yes, we will take the surface and flood the Lambent out once the Hollow has been evacuated."
This was the moment he had been waiting for. His queen had shifted her focus from the failing war effort against the lambent, to the opportunity of crushing a much weaker, more easily dominated enemy. This was his time to prove that he was truly deserving of his position as Supreme General of the Locust Horde. He approached her throne, in his hand the battle plans he had drawn up the previous night, hoping that Myrrah would present him an opportunity to bring up this topic. He unrolled the parchment, holding it before her so that she could see the glorious plan he had formulated to take Sera's surface.
"Yes, this is perfect! WONDROUS! We will come from beneath them, simultaneously take all their major cities and deliver a crushing finishing blow at the very beginning of the fight! They will never recover!"
He basked in her praise as a lizard would in the warm rays of sun that would soon be shining down on his rough, gray hide. His dark obsidian eyes practically gleamed with anticipation at the chance for glory, for battle, for blood. This new struggle would be swift and decisive; his plan was undeniably flawless.
"You will, of course, lead the soldiers into battle against the weak groundwalkers, won't you?"
An affirmative sound arose from his throat, part hiss, part growl, but unmistakably pleased. He placed a hand on the hilt of his enormous knife, stroking the pommel of the grip, reminiscing of all the enemy bodies it had impaled and mutilated. He would never miss an opportunity such as this, his knife thirsted for human blood, for battle, for death. Through all his battles, he could never quench his thirst for blood. He was a fearsome and respected warrior. Gifted with unnatural large size and incredible strength, even the Kryll, who happily feasted upon many of his lesser troops, obeyed his every command.
"Prepare our forces, my General. Rest well and ready your armaments, for tomorrow, we shall take the surface in a wave of blood and glory. Locust forever."
He kneeled down on one knee, hand over his heart, and bowed in reverence to his queen. Rest he would. Tonight would be his soundest sleep in weeks. His day of triumph would be ready and waiting when he arose.