Serelith's wide violet eyes flicked from one ant to another, her lips parting in awe and a touch of nervousness. "They're… ants? Big, creepy ants?"
"Chimera Ants," Mikhailis corrected, letting a hint of pride slip into his voice. "But not just any ants. Watch."
He nodded, and one of the Workers stepped forward, its clawed limbs moving with precise, delicate coordination. It scuttled to a corner of the tent, where a few scattered pebbles and sticks lay. Without hesitation, the Worker began arranging them, its legs moving like tiny, synchronized machines. In seconds, the sticks became beams, the pebbles transformed into walls, and a miniature tower emerged—a perfect replica, detailed and elegant.
Serelith's curiosity overpowered her initial caution. She dropped to her knees, leaning closer, her violet hair falling like a curtain around her face. "It's… it's building? This fast?"
