The first wave of Vorathid Ants came pouring from the chamber entrance. Workers swarmed out in a tide of chitin, mandibles snapping, venom sacs swollen and ready to burst.
Reidar raised his wand. "Go!"
The bone militia, the spectral knights, and the primal packs all advanced in perfect formation, shields locked, spears lowered.
They hit the ant vanguard with the force of an avalanche. Chitin cracked under undead steel. Ichor sprayed in bursts.
The ants fought hard to push them back, but they could only slow the melee fighters, not stop them. Both sides had about the same number of creatures, but Reidar's summons were way stronger, as most were around level 80.
Lena didn't stay idle. She left Reidar's side and blurred past him. With her trait guiding her, she read the ants like tracks in the dirt—every twitch, every gap in their armor. In fact, now that he knew her trait, he understood Lena wasn't an assassin; she was a hunter.
