Entoma had seen it.
All of them had seen it, she and her sisters. The way their lord moved, the way he spoke to himself. It brought forth something foreboding, like something was ending. Like he was losing something valuable. They all wanted to speak up, to ask what was wrong, but none of them did. They had been told to "stand by," so they stood.
Entoma herself was focusing her vision on Lord Momonga, his great form sitting upon the Throne of Kings. His attention was focused on the ceiling of the throne room, taking in its every great detail. Her lord muttered something about work in the morning, before turning his gaze to Entoma and the rest of the battle maids and then panning his view to the door.
"Well," Lord Momonga said. "It was really fun."
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Entoma remained in her steadfast stance, but right before the timer was brought down to zero, she made a single action. She blinked.
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The atmosphere around her changed, drastically. Entoma was sent from the throne room, to a desolate landscape. There was scarcely anything of interest around, save a few shiny rocks. There were large, flying bugs in the air with large mandibles adorning their white faces. It took Entoma a few moments to even realize the complete change in scenery from the throne room to the cliffy wasteland. The shock set in and she frantically took in where she was.
She stood atop a platform that could be called an overlook. Behind her was a large door, but it was impossible to open (despite her attempts). Seeing no other option, the insectoid leapt down into the unknown.
And she landed in front of a bug with horns and hollow eyes.