With a surge of urgency, Akun tapped into his aspect power. He felt a rush of energy coursing through him as he summoned his strength and propelled himself with incredible speed toward the anthill. The treetops and forest below became a blur as he raced through the air.
Tatilia's words echoed in his mind, her voice still trembling with the gravity of her message. "Master," she had said, her tone hushed and filled with despair, "the anthill was attacked and destroyed. The ants are all in very bad shape."
As he flew over the godforsaken forest, Akun's thoughts raced alongside him. Why? Why is this happening? The question echoed in his mind like a haunting refrain, his heart heavy with concern for the anthill and its inhabitants. Fear and determination burned in his eyes as he closed in on the anthill, ready to face whatever devastating truth awaited him
