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.”

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 forward into the

not sure

it a second, they’ll

the tunnel as the remaining troops, those

tunnel, as a mix of large and small tree-people came into

us while everyone catches up on

back before they turned and settled in to defend the

on our side, even if their mother is a bit of a jerk. Alright, they’ll take things from here, you lot can

are we going, Eldest?”

this infinite

“What?!”

diligent in making sure you hit your rest periods on time,

replied, serious. “We were taught to always

the ants around have to pick up the slack. Extra work for everyone. When too many ants are working exhausted, the

everyone up and cheerfully led them into 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

what’s happening

The Eldest laughed.

The entire fortress is getting put into torpor. Way too many ants not

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

taking place. Ants were everywhere, crawling over every surface, on the room, on the walls, but

row, upon row of 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 closer, Solant could see that each was tucked in with a thick layer of cloth, a small… toy or doll tucked in under one of their

apply the contents of their containers to special cloths that they then rubbed over the slumbering ant’s carapace, leaving it gleaming.

it all. How

of course, noticed her

time, then you get the full treatment. So

work without making a sound or a scent, collecting slumbering members

happening all over the fortress?” Solant

is

them?” Solant wondered, indicating those who