The next morning, we were reviewing our plan for the last time before I, Xander, Casey, and Ian hit the hive. The hive was a mountain carved by demonic bees. Bees, each the size of an adult human's head, were coming in and out of countless holes on the mountain.
The buzz of thousands of them made it difficult for me to even hear Casey speaking right next to me. ''The hairy ones are worker bees, the warriors are a bit bigger and between their antennae, there is a crown mark, just like the queen. The queen's chamber is typically in the deepest cave,'' Casey said.
Ian looked just as bored as I because of listening to the same thing over and over again, ''We'll just take down the bees attacking us and choose the path that descends at each intersection until we reach the queen's chamber, righ
