The Galaxy Mayflies, covering the sky and sun, slowly swam in the sky. They grouped by race, exhibiting a semblance of harmony and discord among themselves like a school of roaming sharks casting shadows on the ground.
Suddenly, the school of sharks stirred to action.
As if sniffing out a whiff of blood in the ocean known as the Galaxy World.
Under the command of the Mayfly General, they sped towards the distance, nearly as fast as a War Airship.
In the psychic network, the Mayfly Generals were discussing the next course of action.
"Our wizards in this area have already made their intentions clear," said an elderly Mayfly General.
The Galaxy Mayflies held the elderly in high regard, just as the wizards did, for in this race that reveres death, any bug that lives to old age is among the elite.
Of course, there were also many young Galaxy Mayflies who thought these elderly Mayflies were nothing but cowards afraid of death.
