Chrysalis

Perhaps there is no species on Pangera more suited to mass industry than the ants. They’re addicted to work and have an endless level of focus when applying themselves to even the most mundane of tasks.

Combined with their numbers, it’s little surprise they were able to achieve what they did.

- Excerpt from ‘The Antdustrial Revolution’ by Niahm

“Clear the crucible!” Smithant roared.

“Clear the crucible!” her call was echoed around the cavernous hollow within the mountain.

She leaned back to look high overhead, more than two hundred metres up, where another carver met her gaze. Smithant raised the flag she gripped in her opposable claws and waved it.

For several seconds, nothing happened, then a dark red glow suffused the opening at the apex of the cavern. That light grew stronger and brighter as each second passed, until finally, the molten iron reached the opening and began to fall.

Immediately, the temperature in the entire cavern rose precipitously, to the point that Smithant’s carapace began to smoke. Were it not for the many mutations that allowed her to resist high temperatures, she’d be taking damage just from the heat.

As it fell, the liquid metal reached the first of the heat-infusing rings, the discharge of energy feeling like a physical impact. The rods, sunk dozens of metres into the cavern walls, transferred heat from the lava pools trapped in the rock. At the wall, they glowed cherry red, brightening to pure white where they met the ring. As the metal fell through, it glowed ever brighter as additional heat was dumped into it.

The temperature rose yet again and Smithant could hear herself starting to sizzle. Three rings to go.

As the liquid fell, it passed through each of the heat-infusing rings in turn, and each time, the liquid glowed brighter and brighter, until it was white hot and so bright Smithant had to turn her back.

Were it not for her protective enchanted metal equipment, her eyes would have boiled out of her head.

ceased just as the first drips entered the crucible below. Smithant could identify the exact moment as a dull roar shook the cavern. Fire Iron didn’t like to melt. The more the ants heated it, the more obstinate

pour and Smithant waved her signal flag again. Seconds later, she heard a resounding clang as the lid

orders were

visible from where she stood, but she could certainly hear it when the gathered mages drew in their power and unleashed it. There was a rush of air followed by the roar of flames as the teams worked together to produce the hottest fire they could

The air inside had been superheated to such a degree that regular iron would be reduced to slag in a second.

for a final time, and the teams of carvers went to work. A vast network of pipes, levers and dials had been constructed around the crucible, and it was to these the nimble crafters of the

but within tolerable

“Oxygen levels are falling.”

“Temperature is holding steady!”

the valves!” Smithant

Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!

as they became pressurised. They huddled around their dials, checking the readings. All the while, the crucible shuddered, rocking

saw, the carvers grasped the release valves in their mandibles

roar that the crucible lid tried to jump from its housing, causing three of the locks pinning it in

the readings!” Smithant

steady!” came the

to do was hold firm. There was no metal the Colony could not tame, no matter how wild and unruly the mana

held their nerve, and after several agonising minutes, the shaking subsided, the ear splitting screeching dimmed, and the crucible settled into place

“It’s done,” Smithant announced.

sprinted down the stairs to

chute into place, locking its position with deft

chute. Blazing gases hissed out, still so hot they shimmered in the air and emitted tongues of flame before they dispersed. After a few moments, Smithant got what she came