The light from Judas's sun cast stark shadows, highlighting every contour of the battlefield.
The chirping grew louder, almost deafening, as the ants became aware of their presence.
Each meter forward felt like plunging into the heart of a storm, where death lurked in every shadow.
But they didn't show any sign of fear.
As they sprung forth, foot on the pedal, revving their engines to the max, their collective roar continued to reverberate in their minds, alongside gunfire that drowned out their breaths.
Ratatatatatatatatat!
Emir led the charge with a lightly glowing assault rifle in each hand, his eyes scanning the undulating mass of ants while bullets continuously shot out of his two guns.
He could feel the mission's weight on his shoulders. He was trusted with making sure it was a success, but that wasn't what was so important to him.
It was the reward.
