The air buzzed with the sharp scent of venom. Cinder-ant ducked just in time as a wasp’s stinger whistled past her head, sinking into a nearby twig.
Beside her, Soldier Beetle brandished his hardened forelegs, blocking another scarab’s strike. “Hold the line! For the colony!”
Cinder-ant spotted a flash of movement—a lone scarab commander charging toward their queen’s chamber. Without hesitation, she dashed after him.
Their clash was fierce, mandibles snapping in a deadly dance. With a burst of strength fueled by loyalty, Cinder-ant pinned the commander beneath a fallen leaf.
“Not today,” she hissed.
As the venomous tide ebbed, the colony’s defenders rallied. Valor, even from the smallest, could turn the tide of battle.
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