The iron wasp swarm dropped with the shriek of a falling iron curtain.
Three thousand metal bodies sliced through the canyon gale, their wings beating at fifteen thousand cycles per second.
The ringing sound shaking struck the suspended chain bridge. It set the heavy pig-iron links into violent sympathetic back-and-forth swing.
BZZZZZZZZT.
The sound was not that of living insects.
It was the shriek of spinning lathe blades and grinding millstones.
Each wasp measured three inches in length, their segmented back shells forged from necro-iron harvested from the bones of starved miners.
Their needle-sharp jaws were designed to slice through boiled leather, burrow beneath human muscle wrapping, and hollow out a grown warrior’s internal organs in under fifteen seconds.
