The battlefield was eerily silent now that the flies had either fled or fallen. The air was thick with the pungent scent of blood and crushed bodies, a nauseating mixture of triumph and loss. Victory had been won, but the cost lingered in every breath they took.
A wave of cheers erupted from the worker ants, their tiny voices merging into one vibrant celebration. Some threw their arms around each other, others slapped backs in disbelief, and many simply collapsed in relief. The military ants stood tall, mandibles raised high as they let out deep, guttural war cries that echoed across the clearing.
"Yeah! We did it!" a military ant bellowed, pounding his chest, mandibles gleaming with blood and sweat.
"Glory to the colony!" another roared.
"We're alive!" a trembling worker ant shouted, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Ari exhaled, his breath ragged, his exoskeleton slick with sweat and grime. His muscles burned, every fiber of his body heavy with exhaustion. The cheers felt distant, like echoes in a tunnel, barely reaching his fogged mind as fragments of the battle replayed relentlessly. His legs finally gave out, and he crumpled to the ground, panting.
A shadow fell over him. He looked up to see Commander Ruth approaching, her stern features softening as she knelt beside him. Her dark green eyes gleamed, unreadable at first, until a rare smile flickered across her face.
"You did well. Stand proud."
Ari blinked, then hesitantly grasped her outstretched hand. She pulled him up with surprising ease.
"Thanks," he mumbled, unsure of what else to say.
Brooks cracked his knuckles nearby, a wide, satisfied grin plastered across his face. "It's been a while since I got to stretch my legs like that. But you, kid… you were something else." He crossed his arms, his voice brimming with approval. "That was damn good work."
Ari, still catching his breath, managed a nod.
"Beatrice was right about this one. His potential is truly incredible," Brooks muttered to himself, his grin lingering.
Not far away, Isla clutched her chest, her breathing uneven. "T-Thank God it's over… I was so scared." Her voice trembled, and her antennae twitched as she anxiously scanned the fallen around her.
Rory exhaled sharply, crossing his arms. "Yeah, we survived. But let's be real—if they were any stronger, we wouldn't have stood a chance." His jaw tightened, his antennae twitching with frustration. "I need to get stronger. I barely took down three while Ari wiped out… what? Three dozen?"
He clenched his fists, his gaze dropping to the dirt. "We went through the same training. How the hell is the gap between us this big? Maybe… maybe he's some kind of different species."
Commander Ruth's commanding voice cut through their murmurs. "All units, tend to the wounded. Mild or severe, no one is left behind. Prepare to leave before any other insects get ideas."
She turned to Brooks. "Retrieve our fallen. They deserve a proper burial."
Brooks nodded firmly. "Count on it."
The worker ants sprang into action, treating injuries and gathering the bodies of their fallen comrades. The military ants tightened their formation, alert and watchful, ready to defend at a moment's notice.
"Move out!" Ruth ordered, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.
The workers pushed wheeled containers, carrying supplies and their dead, while the military ants formed a protective ring around them.
Unseen by the colony, two figures watched from the shadows, concealed beneath the canopy.
"They're getting stronger," one muttered, cracking his neck with audible displeasure. "The chief won't like this."
The larger figure, broad and imposing, crossed his arms. "Tch. They only fought flies. That's nothing special. They're weak." His compound eyes narrowed, focusing on three particular ants among the group. "But those three… they might become a problem. Maybe even a threat to our order."
A third figure, lurking just behind them, let out a slow, sinister chuckle. "Should I take care of them now?" His voice oozed with amusement, eager for blood.
"No need, Sly," the large one—Baracko—grunted, waving a dismissive spike. "They're not worth the effort."
Sly clicked his tongue. "You sure? If we strike now, we could take their food and wipe them out."
Baracko shot him a sharp look. "Think bigger. Let them do the hard work. When they're fat with supplies, we'll take it all from them."
A wicked grin spread across Sly's face. "I like the way you think."
Back with the colony, Ari sighed, dragging a hand across his brow. The exhaustion was expected. The disappointment wasn't.
"I slew thirty flies," he muttered to himself. "Just like the quest told me to. So where's my reward?"
His antennae drooped in frustration. "Is this quest system a scam? What's the point if it doesn't help me when I need it?"
A soft voice pulled him from his spiraling thoughts.
"Ari."
He turned to see Evelyn approaching, her steps timid, her face pale from the battle.
"Oh, Evelyn. Glad you're okay."
She nodded quickly. "Me too. It was terrifying, but… I knew I'd be safe because you were there." A nervous smile tugged at her lips. "You saved me. I wanted to say thank you."
Before he could respond, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
Ari's mind blanked. His antennae jolted straight up, and his face flushed a deep red.
Evelyn pulled back, her cheeks ablaze, and quickly scurried back into the crowd of worker ants, vanishing before he could gather his thoughts.
Ari stood frozen, processing what had just happened. His jaw slackened slightly, his heart thumping loud in his chest.
Brooks, having witnessed the entire exchange, let out a hearty laugh. "Hah! Looks like our young warrior's getting more than just battle experience."
Rory snorted. "Damn, Ari. I walk away with bruises, and you walk away with a kiss? That's so unfair."
"Someone's jealous," Isla teased, her voice playful now that the fear had passed.
Ari finally shook himself from his stupor, his face still burning. "Shut up."
Laughter rippled through the group, a brief pocket of warmth against the lingering shadow of war.
But the celebration was short-lived. The road home was long, and in the darkness beyond the trees, unseen eyes watched them still. Something far more dangerous than flies lurked in the silence, waiting for its moment to strike.
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