Just as it had done in the beginning, the colony would eventually pass on the task of reproduction to the next successor.
Among the reproductive ants born from the old queen, a new ant king and queen would emerge.
What Albert could not understand was this: where had the original body of the reproductive ant that Jameson had mutated into come from?
If it had truly been born from the queen's body, then why had they only seen this single male ant so far?
Could it be that, like the Bloodscythe Ant eggs that had been taken over by the infant-faced fish before they even had a chance to hatch, the rest had also perished early due to premature decay?
At that thought, Albert quietly tugged at Hayes's claw beside him and whispered, "What do we do?"
…As if anyone knew what to do.
Hayes's expression was dreadful—his face was practically ashen.
This mutation brought about by Jameson had left everyone at a loss, unable to tell what he was planning to do.
