Dawn broke over the forest, painting the leaves with golden light. But peace was fleeting. Scarablade’s forces, venomous and relentless, had taken position behind the thicket known as the Siege of Thorns — a tangled fortress of brambles and spikes.
Cinder-ant stood at the front, her legs trembling with determination.
“This is it. If we break their lines here, we can protect the colony and the forest beyond.”
The air thickened with tension as beetles rolled giant seed bombs, and wasps readied their stingers like sharpened spears.
Suddenly, the enemy surged from the thorns — a wave of scarab warriors armored in obsidian shells.
The battle began in a whirlwind of chitin, venom, and courage. Leaves were torn, mandibles clashed, and the forest echoed with the war cries of the smallest heroes.
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