The Nivex were not a proud race. That wasn’t because they despised themselves, but because they didn’t truly have emotions. Everything they did was about perpetuating the species. At 190 centimeters in height they were a large insectoid. There were some minor sub-species on their planet that they had used as servants and most of those were no taller than 120 centimeters. None of them had been inducted, it appeared. The only others Kesteryxx had encountered so far were pure Nivex.

  While the race was not proud, they were arrogant. Anything that was not Nivex was lesser, and anything not an insect was simply food. Kesteryxx had led the warriors of his colony for the past forty months, a long tenure that was almost unheard of. Now here he was on this strange new world leading the warriors of his colony again. There were non-warrior Nivex here as well, but they had their own leader.

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  While each Nivex had its own duty to perform and no one task was above another, it was not boasting to say that Kesteryxx and his warriors were the most powerful in his zone. Their fighting methods relied on a blend of magic and melee, something they had been doing long before the Network ever came. This gave them an advantage when it came to their spells and cultivation.

  This second tier was almost halfway complete and he knew that his party would be the ones moving on. If his anatomy was capable of smiling he would have grinned from ear to ear thinking of the harvest he would have when he met the interlopers from the other worlds. Zone two hundred and fifty-six was his responsibility, and every Nivex knew about responsibility.