A Swarmlord is bound to the swarm—not as master, nor as slave, but as something in between. Some carry the hive within their own bodies, hosting countless crawling kin that move and strike at their command. Others merge through mind alone, joining their consciousness to a vast, alien collective. A rare few descend from ancient clans that learned to command the swarm through ritual, scent, and song, their techniques guarded like sacred heirlooms.

However the bond is formed, the result is always the same: one being made of many. A unity that hungers, protects, and endures.

To allies, a Swarmlord is unsettling yet indispensable, an eerie guardian whose living tide seeks out and consumes threats before they can take shape. To enemies, they are nightmare made real—an overwhelming surge of wings and claws that devours reason and resistance alike.

In every thought, a thousand whispers. In every breath, the hive stirs.