At Velin's command, the vast war machine of the underground base began to turn.
No alarms sounded, but the atmosphere instantly tensed.
Hundreds of massive Worker Ants disengaged from their respective posts, converging into a black iron torrent. Under Sarah's spiritual dispatch, they surged toward Sector 17.
Their scythe-like forelimbs scraped across the ground, producing a dense scratching sound.
Tristan stood on a high observation corridor, watching the scene with a dry throat.
It was the first time he had witnessed the swarm's true efficiency.
No orders, no shouts—only an absolutely unified will.
At a single command, hundreds of monsters began their work in perfect unison.
They secreted a corrosive slime from their mouths to soften the rock layer, then used their forelimbs to efficiently cut and transport the debris. A brand-new tunnel extended into the depths of the earth at a visible pace.
