The sound of commotion could be heard throughout the hallway. The workers ran around, saving themselves, while the warriors with their spears moved towards the source of the fuss.
"Stop that thing!"
"Who is she?"
"Healer! Call the healer! Transport the wounded!"
The shouts of the antfolk warriors echoed out, intermingled with the sounds of banging and clashing metal. A redhead woman seemed to be dancing with a large scythe. Each swing of it killed dozens of lives of the antfolk warriors who were trying to stop her.
The ants, they bounced in various directions, their bodies torn apart and blood staining the hallway. Watching their comrades being slaughtered like cattle, they trembled.
There was only one antfolk who could withstand. Yandez, the chief warrior, he fought in the ranks. Even so, the mighty ants were unable to stand the duchess's rampage.
"Scram all of you!"
