Camilla, her voice trembling, offered an apologetic tone as she stammered, "Oh, I'm sorry, master. My brain is far too small to fathom your grand goals." She attempted to interject some humor into the tense situation, but her jest felt frail and strained.
Akun, having risen from his bed in the chambers, turned his attention toward the window, peering out onto the expanse of his ant city. His thoughts resonated in Camilla's mind as he sternly demanded, "don't wast my time with your apology, get straight to the point."
