The ants bustled with activity. They climbed the walls and rushed into the fortress through a big tunnel.
The scout captain, mandibles snapping in urgency, weaved through the throngs of worker ants, barking orders for them to clear a path.
"Make way! Emergency! General Ember needs medical attention!"
The worker ants scurried aside, their antennae twitching in alarm. They'd never seen the formidable general in such a state. Her normally gleaming exoskeleton was marred by scratches and dents, a scary proof to the fierce battle she'd endured.
They reached the imposing doors of the queen's chambers. Here, two hulking guard ants barred their way, their mandibles clicking in warning.
"Halt! No entry without authorization!"
The scout captain, panting slightly, explained the dire situation. "General Ember is critically injured. We need to get her to the queen!"
