Chapter 1510 – The Walls Slam Shut

By the time the carvers return to finish the defensive works on the platform, I am a wreck.

And I don’t mean in the emotional sense. I mean, I am physically and mentally a wreck.

Monster activity rose day by day, and the Krath egged it on, leading hordes and hordes of monsters to descend on us, taking pot shots and using their foul magic when they got the chance. I’ve been doused in acid and slime so many times I’m worried it’s starting to seep into my diamond carapace!

Despite my best efforts, the platform has suffered significant damage. By the time the build teams return, massive chunks have been blasted out of the diamond coating and two of the intakes have been destroyed. I’ve done everything I could to take the heat off the battalions and keep the Templars safe, but the toxicity levels in the fifth have gotten so high I can no longer step into the mana for more than a minute at a time. That means I’m fighting on the front, trying to take as much punishment as I can to keep the others safe.

It’s been… brutal.

The other platforms, without the aid of my magnificent self, have suffered even worse. We managed to avoid losing any ants to capture, but injuries and even casualties have been high. When the walls and defensive embankments are finally done, I can’t help but collapse to the floor.

I need a holiday.

“Looks like you’ve been working hard, Eldest,” Tungstant says as she walks over.

She’s been here managing the build teams for the past few days, and as I look over to her, my antennae go stiff with shock.

“Holy moly, Tungstant! Are you alright?”

“What are you talking about, Eldest? I’m completely fine.”

So she says, but her carapace has gone grey! I swear I can see the spectre of death hanging over her shoulder. Back, you demon! Back!

“You look like you’re barely hanging onto life! Your legs are shaking and your antennae are dragging on the ground! What the heck happened?!”

“Oh… I’ve just been working hard along with the other builders. Don’t worry… we’ve been getting enough rest.”

She’s practically a ghost! In fact, looking at all the builders as they make their way off the platform, every single one of them looks as if they are on the brink of falling straight into their own grave. I’ve never seen ants look so completely exhausted; it’s almost beyond belief.

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Seeing my concern, Tungstant waves me off with one leg.

“Oh, it’s fine, Eldest. The fortress is just about finished now. A few final touches, and it’ll all be done.”

A few final touches? On what, their gravestones?! This cannot be allowed to stand!

“Get them!” I yell, pointing at Tungstant and several nearby work crews with my legs.