Maybe she’s just shy…
Vibrant on the other hand… The bizarre hatchling has no struggles with this public speaking.
I swear, she’s still going even now!
As soon as she could, she climbed onto my head and practically danced with joy as she pelted me with endless questions, observations and random statements. I can seriously feel a headache coming on…
I tried my best to answer her at first, but my responses became shorter and shorter the longer the conversation went on. Eventually I just had to shout, “I need to talk to the queen!” and started ignoring her.
Anything for relief!
The queen seemed slightly amused by my predicament. I can only imagine that the queen has been enduring Vibrant’s endless thirst for conversation in my absence. Seeing as she’s the only other ant capable of talking back to the little thing.
My esteem for the queen has risen to an even higher level. What saint-like patience! What incredible tolerance for her own children!
Choking back emotions, I speak to the queen. “Mother, we need to move the colony again. We aren’t safe if we remain where we are. The humans will come again, and soon.”
Hearing of the creatures who killed so many members of the colony and wounded her, a faint anger can be felt from the queen.
“I know a place where we can go that they won’t follow. The problem is that you’ll have to move across the surface if we’re going to escape quickly enough. Do you think you can?”
Mother seriously considers my question before nodding. “I believe I will be able to sustain myself for some few days,” she says. “I will let you know when the feeling of weakness returns.”
“That’s great! Make sure you tell me, ok? If you keep it to yourself again you really might die this time!” I plead.
The queen simply acknowledges my words with a wave of her antennae and begins to mobilise the workers to return to the surface. As she makes her own way to the enlarged opening they created for her, the layer of workers around her just shuffles along, maintaining their defensive positions.
Vibrant had managed to hold herself in while I was speaking to the queen, but as soon as she begins to move away, she pipes up with her squeaky pheromones.
“Where are we going?”
“To the south, we need to escape the humans.”
She immediately became enraged. “Humans! I will die to protect the colony!”
Why did this immediately become about her dying?
“You don’t need to die or anything, we just need to move! If we can get far enough south, they won’t want to follow us,” I say.
She seems a little mollified. “Ok then. But let me know if I need to sacrifice my life for the colony.”
“Nobody is asking you to sacrifice anything, ok? It’s fine!”
She doesn’t seem convinced and shuffles about on my head a little more before moving onto her next line of questions.
“So, what are we doing?”
Oh God.
“We’re going to get ready to move out. As soon as the colony is assembled, we’re going to leave.”
“Ok!”
Here it comes. Any moment now. I can just feel—
“Why are your antennae so funny looking?”
Kill me.
Please.
Putting up with Vibrant’s pestering, I go to Tiny and get him moving. His job is obviously to carry our precious cores in the sack. Inspecting the sack, it seems to be of some sort of fine material. Is this velvet? Or a tapestry or something? Exactly where did he get this thing?
Doesn’t matter.
Within ten minutes, the colony has assembled, hundreds of workers carrying brood and eggs, while others surround the queen to protect her. All together in one huge mass, with me and Tiny at the head, we move out. The colony is on the march!
We march for two days straight, no rest, no sightseeing, and strictly no deviation from the designated path.
Although I say no sightseeing, the pest on my head is completely curious about everything. Along the way I have to explain what a farm is, why they’re necessary, the basic understanding of the human digestive tract, gut bacteria, bacteria in general and what a screaming mob of people running for their lives is.
The colony takes a day to make it out the other side of the forest, and from there we mostly run into small farming communities on our way south. We skirt around the buildings, ignoring the people as we pass through. There is one instance where we come across a town in the night, and rather than deviate, we just power straight through, causing the small riot that prompted the little one’s excited questions.
After forty-eight hours of straight running, we dig a temporary nest and almost the entire workforce goes into torpor, me included. I’m knackered after that run! Despite being so tired, I spend a little time planning my own immediate future path.
Before evolving, I need to try and get my mandibles around some Biomass! I’m painfully aware that the further I evolve, the deeper I’ll have to go into the Dungeon in order to secure a decent source of Biomass points. It’ll be much easier if I can go on an eating tour of the upper level before evolving so I can be more efficient with my gains. Then I have a heap of Skill Points saved up. Whilst fighting against weak monsters, it’ll be a great chance to build up some new skills. For starters, I was hugely impressed by those upgraded versions of the Dash skills. I think I’ll definitely pick that up. After that, I’ll have a look and see what I can find in the menu.
I absolutely want to use my newfound core wealth to train Core Engineering as far as I can. If I get a good evolution that will buff my mental stats again, I’ll be even more effective when modifying cores, increasing my Level up speed. The day when I’ll be able to realise my dream project is becoming closer and closer.
I also need to pay attention to my pets. Paving the way for Tiny to successfully evolve, as well as stuffing Crinis full a few times a day until she can start to fight and Level up.
The days ahead sure are going to be busy!
First, we need to escape.
The next day we assemble the convoy and move out. The journey is tough, and we have to tighten our belts a few times. What little monster prey we find is fed to the young and the workers go hungry. Tiny seems to have lost several sizes. I’ve never seen him so trim!
After three more days, we reach the border. The vast monster filled wilderness is spread before us. Our safety. Our future!
50. Those Who Descend, That Which Rises
Titus huddled with his advisor in the centre of the cramped chamber, his axe resting on its head on the dirt. Donnelan was afraid of that axe. It had even invaded his dreams. The thick, bloodthirsty aura that rolled off it in waves was suffocating, and ever present. It had burst into wakefulness suddenly during the wave defence. The trainees had felt a strange stirring of the Mana in the air before that aura had burst out, making them feel as if a demon had their throats between its teeth.
And that’s how they felt every moment of every day since.
The only blessing was that the beasts hated it as much as the trainees did. Ever since the axe had awakened, they’d ceased to attack the fort. Choosing instead to battle against each other, keeping their distance from the Legion. The line soldiers had been relieved that, even if they constantly felt the spectre of death, they no longer had to fight.
The endless tide of monsters that clashed against their defences had claimed a few lives over the last two weeks. For those young Legionaries experiencing their first wave, it was a sight they’d never forget. Thousands of monsters rolling forward like the tides. An endless sea of violence and death. Aiming hadn’t been important, it was impossible to miss, no matter what skill was used. They fought for hours without pause, until their arms were heavy as lead, their vision blurred and their heads afire. Then they’d stumble to their blankets where they’d sleep like the dead before waking up to do it again.