"Finally, the corpses are all successfully brought back to the nest, huh~?" Mikhailis said, his eyes gleaming with excitent 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 ters 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.
He couldn't help but admire how tidy everything looked. The queen really had a knack for keeping things organized. The ants moved swiftly, compartntalizing the food chamber, arranging the remains as if sorting out a large pantry. The way the pieces were stacked, each type having its own designated area, reminded him of a neatly organized kitchen—except this one had monster parts.
The air was damp, filled with an odd mixture of earthy, musky scents from the magical woods and the tallic tang of blood. Rodion's voice chid in, breaking his focus from the screen.
Mikhailis watched as a group of worker ants approached a part of the serpent's body. Their antennae moved in sync, each ant working ticulously as they extracted specific fluids from their own glands and applied them over the remains. The process was quite sophisticated, almost like watching a chef glaze a roast before putting it in the oven.
"Well, would you look at that?" Mikhailis chuckled. "I guess even ants have a sense for good preservation. So, how long can we keep this stuff fresh, Rodion?"
Mikhailis raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "So you're telling that they're basically pickling and enzymatically treating the food at the sa ti? That's pretty neat."
Mikhailis whistled, impressed. "These ants are smarter than I thought. Even though they don't have fridges or freezers, they're making do just fine." He leaned in closer, watching the ants at work. "Seems like they're even better organized than my kitchen back ho. And I'm pretty sure they'd be better at rembering expiration dates, too."
He continued to watch as a couple of worker ants detached from the group and made their way toward a different chamber of the nest, carrying small samples of the fluid. Mikhailis couldn't help but smirk. "Where are they off to now, Rodion?"
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