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.

like the one coming to kill us right now,

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, leaving

had most of the hatchlings move into the soldier caste recently" Antionette informed me, "Large

I could

paths from scratch and explore methods to raise up the future generations of mage ants" Propellant told me ruefully. "We didn't anticipate a need for a number of mages

enemies they would have been indispensable. There may be a use for the mages we have, of course, but there is

quality all

the horde that's coming our way, I need to help with that so I can reach my second objective, which is to level up

to your next evolution, Eldest?" Victoriant asked,

a dip of my antennae, "I only need six more levels. If we're going to battle against creatures as

the 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 task will be in

onto me, didn't you? She's

need to prioritise food gathering or egg laying to a high extent in the lead up to this crisis?" I

Florence, the to this point silent Brood Tender, "without food

operations completely" Sloan assured her, "but rather that we divert a significant portion of the soldiers

though she and her fellow Brood Tender were clearly not happy. I understand it, less food coming

also need to keep enough senior workers here to ensure that the hatchling training program continues to run unabated. Each new hatchling deserves

them at the same time, something you can only do with extensively upgraded compound eyes, one of the benefits of being an

little sense to them I suspect, thankfully by virtue

move out for a few hours will you, Senior?" Sloan

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