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.”

Eldest tapped her on the head with an

go getting into your head or 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,”

not sure what

it a second, they’ll

the Eldest swatting the occasional monster that came down the tunnel as the remaining troops,

as a mix

nest for us while

before they turned and settled

on our side, even if their mother is a bit of a jerk. Alright, they’ll

are we going, Eldest?” Leonidant asked,

this infinite void of darkness and shadow,

“What?!”

making sure you hit

replied, serious. “We were taught

sloppy and all the ants around have to pick

the giant ant had rounded everyone up and cheerfully led them into the

limits, who skip a torpor period here and there, or go for multiple days without resting.

that what’s happening here?” Solant asked

The Eldest laughed.

put into torpor. Way too many ants not doing the right thing.

darkness, huddled together around the hulking form of the Eldest in their midst. Then, suddenly, shockingly, they were through it, emerging out the other side into the central planning

deepening the shade. Inside, Solant saw something unbelievable taking

occupied by a member of the Colony, adrift in torpor. Thousands upon thousands of them. As they drew closer,

special cloths that they then rubbed over the slumbering ant’s carapace, leaving it gleaming. Then another ant, a carver, would go over the cleaned area with another specialised material, running it back

it all.

course, noticed her

you don’t take your rest on time, then you get the full treatment. So much time and effort spent rejuvenating

a scent, collecting slumbering members of the

over the

Everyone is getting

wondered, indicating those who were