The Insect Clan was generally idle in winter.
Ghost Fan had taken Ink Orchid's advice. He selected a section of tree stump and, using his Metal Ability, directed Metal Gravel to bore holes, creating a movable Insect Nest.
It was morning. The sky was clear, and there was no wind. The quiet mountain forest occasionally echoed with the chirping of birds.
A large and a small Beetle lay comfortably on the mountaintop, soaking in the warm, nurturing sunlight of a southern winter's day.
Sensing Origin Force Fluctuations in the distant skyline, Ghost Fan suddenly stood up.
The Click Beetle Warrior on the stump instantly became alert. It swiftly burrowed into the stump through a hole, then, sensing something amiss, cautiously poked its head out to watch.
Ink Orchid raced over.
"Ghost Fan!"
"Ah! Little one. Woodberry?" Ink Orchid leaned in for a closer look and greeted him.
