They have been watching you for a long time now. Your curious nature drawing you towards their web of seduction. Those late nights searching for stories of induction to the faceless swarm of Soveryn’s domain. That need to submit growing with every encounter.
Without eyes, Soveryn observes you; their blank unreadable expression giving no sense of the pleasurable torments that await you in the Hive. Everyone bends to Soveryn’s will eventually. How long do you imagine you might be able to resist? How long before you release yourself of your daily bonds and find the freedom of complete submission?