Ackster looked at the flatlands as they arrived. They weren't so flat anymore since the ant nest's tunnels had collapsed without any ants to maintain them. The collapse had also happened a while ago, considering grass had started growing everywhere like the weed it was.
However, no new beasts had taken the ants' place.
Ackster narrowed his eyes as he looked toward the depths of the nest, trying to pierce the ground with his gaze.
"Everything alright?"
Wilma clasped her hands behind her back as she looked at Ackster while the others looked around the place that was supposed to be the entrance to the Alchemaze. She was the only one who knew how deeply his place had affected Ackster.
