A while back,
The ant queen's corpse dominated the colony chamber like a monument to brutal efficiency—fifteen feet of chitinous bulk, ichor still seeping from crushed skull, mandibles frozen in death-scream that had echoed through tunnels.
Three Adepts stood around the massive body, their expressions reflecting different thoughts as they assessed the spoils of Clear Light's Eve's most significant kill.
"Is it in there?" Atheon asked, his tone professional despite the exhaustion radiating from every movement of his.
"Already confirmed present," Vaelith replied, his enhanced perception having identified the telltale energy signature emanating from the queen's thorax. "Hmm…. A significant density. Probably a rare type of it's this bastard."
