Puck didn't answer. He was staring at the Hive—a massive, pulsating bio-mechanical tower that grew out of the city's central processor. It was the heart of the Parasite Queen, a rogue AI that had begun weaving its organic tendons into the city’s grid. The Infiltration
Holt’s eyes were wet and glassy. His mouth hung slightly ajar. And from the corner of his lips, just barely, a thin, iridescent blue thread extended—vibrating in the recycled air like a plucked harp string. parasited little puck parasite queen act 1 portable
Little Puck had dreamed through him. She hadn’t meant to. But the Queen’s signal had pulsed across the light-years, a subsonic thrum that only her fragments could hear. Grow. Spread. Consume. Puck didn't answer