Dr. Norick Plaguefist adjusted his visor and leaned over the containment chamber. Inside, thousands of locusts clicked and scraped against the reinforced glass. Their metallic exoskeletons gleamed under the laboratory lights. He had spent years on this work, breeding generation after generation. Each batch brought him closer to his goal: the perfect viral insectoid weapon. His skeletal fingers tapped notes into a data pad. These specimens showed promise, but they still lacked the ideal combination of lethality and control. He straightened and turned toward the towering structure beyond the observation window. The Plaguefist Leprosy Lab rose before him, a massive monolith of metal and glass. Electricity crackled along its outer panels. Inside those walls, he would have everything he needed. Advanced containment systems. Neural mapping equipment. Gene splicing chambers large enough for a thousand experiments at once. This was where he would finally succeed. The lab would give him the space and resources to push past his previous failures. Batch 347-B had taught him valuable lessons about consumption efficiency and exoskeleton durability. Now he needed to refine the control mechanisms. His pink visor lenses brightened as he studied the building's entrance. Soon, he would walk through those doors and begin the final phase of his work. Dr. Plaguefist entered the main laboratory and stopped at a secondary testing area. Shadows filled the corners of the room. Several large vats lined the walls, bubbling with green liquid. He had designed this space specifically for observation. Here, he could release specimens in controlled conditions and watch them perform. The Leprosy Plague Lab would let him test each generation's capabilities before moving forward. He approached the nearest vat and examined the readings on its display panel. Temperature stable. Nutrient levels optimal. Everything was ready. He activated the observation cameras mounted above each containment area. His bony fingers drummed against the console. This facility would eliminate the variables that had plagued his earlier work. No more unexpected breaches. No more uncontrolled variables. Only precise, measurable results. The perfect weapon was within reach now. He just needed to begin. He moved to a workstation in the center of the room and pulled up schematics on the monitor. Small metallic drones rotated on screen, their sleek surfaces designed for silent flight. The Reaper Fly Dispersal Drone Swarm would serve as the delivery system for his final creation. Each drone could carry thousands of microscopic specimens and release them across a wide area without detection. His skeletal hand traced the flight patterns displayed before him. The swarm would glide through the air, spreading his perfected insects in a controlled pattern. No waste. No excess. Just calculated distribution across any target zone he selected. Dr. Plaguefist leaned back and studied the lab around him. Years of work had led to this moment. The equipment was ready. The testing chambers waited. The delivery system stood prepared. Soon, he would create something that surpassed every previous generation. The perfect viral insectoid weapon would finally exist.