“The slivers became adept at provoking a fear response in other species.”
—Hastric, Thunian scout

“One would think I would be accustomed to unexpected returns.”
—Hanna, Weatherlight navigator

“Someone’s been tampering with the graves again. But what kind of grave robber uses a pickax?”
—Morgan, cemetery groundskeeper

“At first we thought we were in some haunted wood. Then the branches twisted and scuttled toward us.”
—Merrik Aidar, Benalish patrol

“It triggers the hive’s period of aetheric fertility—a time when even feeding is a lower priority than reproduction.”
—Rukarumel, field journal

The most tenacious members of the hive instinctually guard the First Sliver.

Gerrard looked all around for the source of the mysterious pulse, and at that moment the slivers boiled forth from the crevasses.

Their pearlescent scales are highly sought after by those who lack the instincts for self-preservation.

“The colossal thing rumbled over the ridge, tree husks crumbling before it. The ones we were already fighting howled as it came, their muscles suddenly surging, and we knew it was time to flee.”
—Llanach, Skyshroud ranger

“It would take another apocalypse to stop the slivers now.”
—Riptide Project researcher

Each new generation of slivers evolves to assimilate the strengths of the prey upon which their progenitors fed.