Chrysalis

When the mana starts to drop, it drops fast. One second I’m up to my eyeballs in the stuff, absolutely drowning in energy, the next it’s receding so quickly I feel like I’m going to get swept down a stratum if I don’t hold onto the ground.

So. That’s it? Just like that?

Hanging from the top of my tunnel, I feel relieved and a bit… disappointed? Look, I’m not asking for the Legion to come knocking on the Colony’s door every wave, but I kind of expected something. This wave has ended with a murmur rather than a roar.

Ah well, it is what it is.

I drop off the roof, stretch out a bit, clean my antennae, then walk back into the nest. Time to go find something else to do, I suppose. Back in the central command chamber, the generals are running around like mad, as always. I find Sloan right in the middle of it all.

“Hey there, Sloan. What’s happening?”

“The wave is ending,” she says, obviously distracted.

I poke her on the head with an antenna.

“Yeah… so why is everyone so busy? Shouldn’t you be winding down? Slowing your roll a little bit? The wave is over.”

She sighs and turns to face me properly.

“The wave being over means the siege has ended. It’s once again safe to venture out of the fortress and into the tunnels.”

“Right. So?”

the nest as quickly as possible! If we can leave our safe places, then

Ah.

you really expect we’ll come under attack? I hadn’t heard of

prepared. If you’ll excuse me, we are in

tell her and the

in the field is exactly what the little general needs after this protracted defensive battle. Leaving the generals to it, I go

pulling in the same direction. It’s amazing, when I allow myself to indulge in it, just to feel the unity of the Colony. I may be the only creature who gets to feel it like this in the entire lifetime of my family, which is a real shame. Others can see how well my siblings work together, the thousands and thousands who

working to better the life of the ant next to

humans here? And I think I know

long for them to find me, either. A procession of robed priests, each with antennae rising from their hoods, make their way into the

has been stolen from Royal Road. If

none of us ants are

the humans have decided it’s safe for them to come and live at this level. That’s handy. Incorporating the ant priests and human soldiers alongside our own forces will help return them to

saves a few lives, then I’m willing to put up with a bit of chanting and kneeling.

then, gang. Time to assemble.

still-healing wounds marking his enormous arms and shoulders. Crinis glomps onto me the moment she’s in range, moulding herself onto my carapace

of satisfaction radiating

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