Chrysalis

Solant knew, of course she knew, how could she not? But the task before her didn’t change, no matter what was going on behind her back.

“Focus your fire forwards! Don’t pay any attention to what’s going on behind! Hold the line!”

The fighting was still intense, though it had slackened, thankfully.

“Are you sure, general? Things are… rather dire back there.”

“Leonidant, I don’t care if the fortress collapses behind us, we will achieve victory here, in this tunnel, at this chokepoint!”

“But the fortress may well have fallen behind us, Solant! We don’t know what’s going on back there!”

For over an hour, reports had flooded to those fighting on the front that any and all communication with the central planning chamber had been lost. The fighters here in the tunnel had been cut off from central command completely.

That didn’t bother Solant so much, she had a job to do, as did every other ant here, and if there was a problem in the nest, that was for others to deal with. The Eldest was back there, for The Queen’s sake! If the Eldest couldn’t deal with it, she assuredly couldn’t.

And so, the fight had gone on.

Then the reports had changed. Not only was the central command chamber enshrouded in darkness, but the shadows were advancing down the tunnels.

Solant had glared at the scout and told her to get back to fighting.

“Rotate!” she demanded, and then twitched when she realised that the next line of soldiers was gone. There was no one to rotate forward.

Instead, all that lay behind her was a black wall of shifting shadows.

“Well… that’s not ideal,” she muttered.

“Yeah, don’t stress about it,” came a familiar scent, followed by the giant head of the Eldest. “You did a good job holding the line. Well done.”

She was pleased for the compliment, but felt it wasn’t deserved.

“We only held because the number of monsters encroaching on our position diminished significantly. If it weren’t for that, we would have… lost.”

tapped her on the head with

anything. I’m the one who arranged that,” the Eldest pointed a leg at the darkness behind them, “and I’m also the one who arranged that,” next they pointed a leg

not sure

a second, they’ll be here

that came down the tunnel as the remaining troops,

the tunnel, as a mix of large

in a favour from that stupid tree to cover the nest for us while everyone catches up on their sleep,” the Eldest said, waving at the

specimen of a tree waved back before they turned and settled in

them on our side, even if their mother is a bit of a jerk. Alright,

are we going, Eldest?” Leonidant asked,

into this infinite void

“What?!”

guys have been diligent in making sure you hit your

were taught to always

your work gets sloppy and all the ants around have to pick up the slack. Extra work for everyone. When too many ants are

order, the giant ant had rounded everyone up and cheerfully led them into the gently shifting

members of the Colony, there are those who routinely push the limits, who skip a torpor period here and there, or go for multiple days without resting. When that happens, someone needs to make them see the error of their ways and ensure they

that what’s happening here?” Solant asked

The Eldest laughed.

put into torpor. Way too many ants not

the hulking form of the Eldest in their midst. Then, suddenly, shockingly, they were through it,

through the air, smothering the light and deepening the shade. Inside, Solant saw something unbelievable taking place. Ants were everywhere, crawling over every surface, on the room, on the walls, but even more than those

neat beds formed of shaped stone filled the space, each occupied by a member of the Colony, adrift in torpor. Thousands upon thousands of them. As they drew

to special cloths that they then rubbed over the slumbering ant’s carapace, leaving it gleaming. Then another ant, a carver,

of it all. How terrible.

of course, noticed her

giant ant observed gleefully, “if you don’t take your rest on time, then you get the full treatment. So much time and effort spent rejuvenating you.

continued to work without making a sound or a scent, collecting slumbering members of the Colony, tucking them into

this happening all over

course. Everyone is getting

about them?” Solant wondered, indicating