The victory was still fresh, but something in the air buzzed with unease.
Deep within the colonyâs inner sanctumâa chamber shimmering with golden honeydew and laced with fungal lightâCinder-ant followed General Elytra and Prince Myrmax. This room was reserved for the queenâs most trusted advisors. And yet, she had been summoned.
Carved into the walls were murals of ancient battles, each drop of resin preserving a tale. But now, it was what wasnât written that mattered.
Prince Myrmax glanced at Cinder-ant. âThereâs something you deserve to know.â
He guided her to a chamber where the royal jelly was stored. Hidden beneath a leaf-carved altar was a scrollâantenna-scripted and sealed with silk.
It told of a prophecy. A gray-marked ant, born from soot and ash, who would rise not just as a worker⌠but as a queen reborn.
Cinder-ant recoiled. âIâIâm just a forager. A nest-cleaner.â
Elytra nodded solemnly. âThatâs what they told you. But your mark, your instinctsâthey’re no accident.â
Cinder-ant’s mind swirled with doubt and determination.
Was she truly destined for greatness? Or was this just another trick of fate?
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