Ethan watched as Uncle Jed's blade chipped after only a few swings. He finally understood—these golden creatures weren't just ants. They were solid masses of incredibly dense alloy. More and more Gold-Eater Ants swarmed toward Uncle Jed, forcing him to retreat and parry. The ants moved in layers, rolling over each other in a wave-like attack.
"Uncle Jed, where's your spear?" Ethan called out, seeing how clumsy and desperate his movements had become. All at once, he remembered the spear he'd given him. Uncle Jed hadn't been carrying it these past few days, and Ethan had completely forgotten.
"That night, I stuck it in the ground and couldn't find it!" Uncle Jed shouted back.
Ethan knew exactly which night he meant—the night of the Meteor Fall.
