Chrysalis

"With your permission Eldest, I will leave the council and begin to organise a workforce to prepare our initial fortifications" Tungstant said.

I waved an antennae in approval and the small, dextrous ant climbed up the wall and out the roof of the chamber in a moment.

"Alright then. Pitfall traps, tunnels to attack, I like all of these ideas. What else have we got? How is our magic firepower coming along?" I asked.

The two mages in the room, Propellant and Coolant, shifted on their feet as they became the centre of attention for the council. The mage caste hadn't had a lot of time to build up their raw magic handling skills, and were without the benefit of my own extensive spending on brain power when it came to evolutions. Having said that, they were no slouches in the brain game and were able to choose their own elemental gland on evolution. So there had to be some juice there.

"The number of mage ants we have to work with is still limited" Coolant hedged.

There were over a thousand ants in the colony at this time, there were like a hundred new ants being born every day. How few mages could there be?

"How many are we talking about?" I asked.

"Five" Coolant said flatly.

"Five?!" I sputtered.

"Oh, seven including Coolant and I" Propellant offered helpfully.

Holy moly.

horde, like the one coming to kill us right now, more mage ants would be

Tunnel entrances falling in to reveal teams of mage ants who blasted the front ranks of the horde with deadly fire, torching dozens of monsters with flamethrower like magic before retreating through the tunnels which collapsed behind them,

shifted uncomfortably. "We've had most of the hatchlings move into the soldier caste recently" Antionette informed

I could understand,

methods to raise up the future generations of mage ants" Propellant told me ruefully. "We didn't anticipate a

have loved to have more mages right now. To clear away large amounts of weak enemies they would have been indispensable. There may be a use for the mages we have, of course,

is a quality all of its own. That's

main objectives, we need to whittle down the horde that's coming our way, I need to

evolution, Eldest?" Victoriant asked,

need six more levels. If we're going to battle against creatures as strong as

General piped up, "we may have the ability to chip away at the number of weaker monsters but tackling anything stronger is going to be beyond us for a time. If the Eldest can evolve then that

to dump all of the hard work onto me, didn't you? She's technically correct, but

that we don't need to prioritise food gathering or egg laying to a high extent in the lead up to this crisis?" I asked the gathered

food gathering entirely, surely?" protested Florence, the to this point silent Brood Tender,

that we divert a significant portion of the soldiers currently acting to

her fellow Brood Tender were clearly not happy. I understand

that the hatchling training program continues to run unabated. Each new hatchling deserves the best possible start we can

do with extensively

than anything else. My insistence on equal treatment for the hatchlings still makes little sense to them I suspect, thankfully by virtue of being old they have

won't be ready to move out for a few hours will

some rest. We've been pretty flat out for the last few days and I suspect it's going to be hectic for a week or so