Underneath the giant fern, a single wasp scout buzzed silently, observing the ant colony from a distance. Its sharp eyes caught every movement — the drills, the chatter, the nervous glances.
Back in the colony, Cinder-ant noticed the uneasy feeling in the air. She knew the wasps were planning something. The scout’s presence was a warning: the war was coming.
She called her best spies to prepare. The colony had to be ready, or all could be lost.
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