Cinder-ant bowed low. “Our colony is under threat. We seek not only refuge but unity.”
The beetle queen’s eyes glimmered. “You are brave… but bravery is not enough.”
From the shadows, elder beetles emerged bearing crystals of hardened sap—tokens of trust.
“If you are true,” the queen said, “you’ll prove it by guarding the Sap Roots for three nights. Many have failed.”
Cinder-ant nodded solemnly. “We accept.”
His companions exchanged anxious glances. The trial of loyalty had begun.
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