The Pretty Prince and the Beast King
The krill swarm was moving like a wave, dissolving the thatched roofs and the people beneath them into a raw, genetic slurry.
"What the fuck... Aradaa, we have to help them!"
"We can't help anyone until we purge the swarm," Aradaa said. He stepped toward the water, his skin beginning to glow with a blinding, white-hot light. "I have to do it, Kaelor. I have to release the extinction codes. It’s the only thing that will kill the krill."
"If you do that, it’ll kill everything on the island! You, me, the nomads!" Kaelor grabbed Aradaa’s shoulders, shaking him. "Find another way!"