Chase and his group set out from the beetle village, navigating through the dense foliage.
A teammate muttered, "So when do you think we will get there?" "We have been working for hours now," he complained, feeling mental exhaustion.
"I don't know, ask the captain; he should know. I mean, he's been moving back and forth multiple times already." The other beetles babbled, exhausted, wanting to hear their captain's response.
"Shut it, we are close. I can sense something," Chase said, his antennae twitching with anticipation. Going up a small hill, they saw it.
It was an anthill, far different from anything we have on earth. It was a properly structured castle with towers and guards up front and a thick, large wall all around the castle. Seeing this, one could obviously tell they were biting off more than they could chew.
