Chrysalis

"This is our chance," Leeroy hissed. "We can't mess it up again."

"Shhh!" her second in command, Hamadant shushed, waving her antennae to dispense the scent faster. "We don't know who might be paying attention."

The two looked around surreptitiously, then paused, then inspected the shadows beneath their feet. Leeroy went as far as to prod her own shadow with an antenna.

"I think we're in the clear," she said, dubious.

"We don't have much time," Hamadant said. "Artaxant said the armour will be repaired in less than a day."

"The evolution might take longer than that," Leeroy fretted. "What if it's not finished in time?"

"We have to take this chance," Hamadant stated, emphatic. "It was your idea, and we all agreed."

"Mufasant was particularly keen," Leeroy muttered. "She trampled over all our doubts."

"If any of us evolve with supervision, they're going to demand we explain our options and choose them for us," Hamadant said. "Our only chance is for one of us to evolve in secret and find the right option for the rest of us to pick, and you're the only one who's reached max level. We're counting on you, Leeroy."

Member of the Council, among the oldest of all the ants in the Colony, leader of the Immortals and constant disappointment to the Eldest, Leeroy felt her heart swell with powerful emotions as her second in command placed a leg on her carapace and spoke so earnestly.

All they wanted to do was sacrifice themselves for the Colony. Was that so wrong? Was it such a bad thing to be so dedicated, to listen to what their instincts told them?

to their goals it had almost pushed them entirely out of reach. Whenever the Immortals found themselves

at all. The search went on until they found what they were looking

this. It was the

her a rare core, nodding firmly as Leeroy took it in

turned and scuttled

chance; she was going to undo her mistake and find the evolution that would counteract their current evolution and its cursed Phoenix Flame Organ, giving them a chance to achieve their

its energy being added to her own, the gem within her body swelling and pressing against her insides. The pain was good; she welcomed and embraced it. This pain was

Nothing.

she took a moment to centre herself. This would be a big evolution, the first of the Immortals to rise to tier seven. This

her, forcing the rest of the Immortals to

evolution menu,

in these words, and she would digest each and every one fully and

For her followers. For the

Options

Enduring SoldierUnending WarriorUndying Commander

better in the special or rare options. She would check the details of each evolution, of course, the previous mistake couldn't be repeated. Yet she was hoping there would at least be

Soldier of Endless Rebirth (Special)Unquenchable

good. She wanted to be quenched! Fully quenched! Every day

her front legs together like she saw the human priests do with

there HAS to be something in the

hope that refused to fade, she