Keleora and her team stood at a distance, their eyes wide in disbelief as they observed the bewildering transformation of the anthill into a humanoid city. They exchanged baffled glances, their expressions a mixture of confusion and amazement.
Keleora shifted on her feet, her brow furrowed, as she muttered, "What in the world is going on here? Did we take a wrong turn?"
Rokar scratched his head, his eyes squinting at the structures before them. "I thought anthills were supposed to stay anthills, not become... cities."
Kaldor squatted down, examining the humanoid ants with antennae. "Look, some still have antennae. It's definitely the ant colony. But this... this is bizarre."
As they discussed the surreal scene before them, Argon approached with a malevolent grin, his posture exuding an air of superiority.
Argon's voice dripped with condescension as he taunted, "Lost, are we, dear sister? Not much of a leader if you can't even find your way."
