My euphoria dimmed drastically when I was faced by the rivers of blood and piles of corpses back in the hive.
It also reminded me that a lot of my bees were wounded.
"Shit. Forget what I just said—we need to do *some* work first. But not your usual work! There needs to be some organizing done before we all can rest. And keep alert for more hornets! They might still appear."
I looked at the mass of bees near me, but it was impossible to tell how many and which bees were present.
"All Sergeant Craftsmen, Sergeant Warriors and Sergeant Material Foragers—count their subordinates and report to me or Ambrosia! Chiefs for Foremen Bees. Chief Foremen, you too!"
With that, I flew back into the hive. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I was swept off my feet by Ambrosia.
