The world fractured into hundreds of segmented views. There was no single perspective anymore, only the collective hum of the hive mind Reidar was connected to through his skill and the summons themselves. The ground was a landscape of jagged mountains from the tiny point of view of the Vorathid Foragers.
The order Reidar gave was simple: infiltrate, Observe and do not engage.
The metal wall loomed ahead, a mountain of rusted iron and welded scrap. It was impossibly tall from the Foragers' tiny perspective, stretching endlessly toward the sky, even more than a mountain would.
For a human, it was an obstacle. For the ants, it was like climbing the sky. Luckily, they found the spaces where the corrugated sheets met the earth, squeezing through openings no wider than a coin.
Inside, the ground hardened into packed dirt and cracked pavement. The vibrations of heavy footsteps thudded through their chitinous legs. Giants walked above. The Zealots.
