Chrysalis

As they drew closer to the front, the endless roars of monsters grew deafening until Solant’s antennae were vibrating from the force of it. Her general’s eye crackled into life the closer they got to the field, her intuition and mutations blending together to give her an almost supernatural sense for the battlefield.

The ants were tired, which was to be expected. They moved sluggishly, taking more damage than they should, and attacked without sharpness, inflicting less punishment on the enemy than they were capable of.

This was a compounding problem that led to more damage being taken and more ground lost as the shifts dragged on. Of course, the Colony could simply rotate the ants more often, but that introduced more problems than it solved. Logistically, shifting hundreds of thousands of ants around was a nightmare already, doing it more often would just compound the issue.

Despite the huge numbers of ants inside the nest, there was far more fighting taking place than any of the leadership had expected. The tunnels beneath the nest were absurdly extensive, as if a tunnel network the size of the entire first stratum had been bolted onto the bottom of the mountain. The absurd number and size of monsters appearing out of the waters had also taken the Colony by surprise, drawing their resources even thinner.

Solant would need her current group of troops to hold at the front for four hours before they would be relieved by the next shift. In another two hours' time, she would arrange for the incoming ants to go through the same drills the current group had under the leadership of her sisters, since she wouldn’t leave the front.

“Get ready to charge,” she announced calmly as the massive soldiers and scouts clacked their mandibles eagerly.

She watched the fighting ahead with her intense gaze, waiting for the perfect moment.

The monsters surged, the ants reared back, and she had found the timing.

“Charge,” she said.

Her troops rushed forward, covering half of the tunnel surface as they ran. The thousands of ants already fighting saw their approach and the general in charge coordinated the retreat.

go!” she roared and the exhausted troops gave everything they had left to

formation and fall back. An almost bizarre sight, like two fluids moving in opposite directions through a single pipe, took place as the retreating ants crushed

soldiers in front and they knew

soldiers had passed them and had her own reform the line, covering the entire ring of the tunnel’s surface. The soldiers rushed into position and braced themselves, ready to receive

in the Dungeon, the beasts of the fourth

on their carapace. With their enormous heads and reinforced mandibles, they latched onto the beast, halting its momentum and tearing at its soft flesh as the

Solant informed

on the front. If the rest of the troops were sloppily arranged and asked to engage before they were ready, it could upset the flow of

on the

“Push forward.”

in line,

to hold the line and avoid

my command,” Solant ordered, waiting a

slammed into the caterpillar’s face, sending

on my

hit again. It screeched in fury