Sol sat atop his massive ant mount in the deep shadows of the tree line, leaning casually against the sturdy shaft of his Void-Oak spear.
He didn't frown. And of he certainly didn't panic. He knew this exact moment was an inevitable mathematical certainty, you simply couldn't silently assassinate thousands of apex predators without eventually tipping off the highly perceptive elites leading them.
"Well," Sol muttered, a cold, ruthless smile spreading across his face as he watched the enemy lackeys bunch up defensively in the center of the ruined valley. "It was already a massive, undeniable win that we managed to thin them out this much without drawing the aggro of the entire map. But I suppose playtime is officially over."
