"Finally, the corpses are all successfully brought back to the nest, huh~?" Mikhailis said, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he watched the screen in front of him. The images showed the worker ants diligently transporting the remains into the nest. He adjusted his glasses, focusing on the activity happening inside the food chamber.
It was fascinating to see how the food chamber had expanded—now about five by five meters in size with a tall ceiling, enough space to store the growing collection of food sources. The ants had organized everything perfectly; the corpses of scarabs, small animals, the magical wood of the treant, parts of the direwolves, the hexapedal shadow serpent, and even the remains of the two Technomancer scouts—all being minced into smaller, manageable pieces.
