Evolution begins with an ant colony

Chapter 130 • Betrayal Benith The Moonlight [Edited]

In the heart of the god forsaken forest, nestled within the ant tribe's domain, Akun sat on top the castle's rooftop, He stared at the moon. Its silvary light lit up the forest, making long shadows benith the trees. In the silence, he thought deeply about things. Stay connected through empire

"Honestly," he thought, "how long has it been since I've had some real fun?" As the moonlight bathed his body, Akun's thoughts drifted back to an important day etched into his memory. "Ever since that day when the anthill was completely destroyed," he whispered to himself, his fingers clenching, "I can't bear to leave my people alone.

I wouldn't forgive myself if something bad happened to them while I was away."

He vividly remembered the struggles of the anthill, which showed both despair and resilience. That day's challenges had made Akun even more determined, and he had stayed watchful, guarding his kin.

Even though Akun was focused on his duty, he couldn't stop himself from thinking more deeply. "Even now, I can't help but hope that everything is going well for Oliver." His eyes looked around the vast forest before him, searching for any signs of disturbance.

"Hopefully, he hasn't drawn any unwanted attention to himself." He felt worried about Oliver's safety, knowing that the forest held both amazing things and dangers hidden by the moon's light.

Meanwhile, In the shadowy underbrush of the dryad tribe, Oliver's keen eyes remained locked on the guards, his eyebrows furrowing deeper with each passing moment. As he observed their odd behavior, his fingers unconsciously tightened into fists, reflecting his growing unease.

His gaze narrowed, and he couldn't help but voice his thoughts softly. "Damm, what's up with those guards?" He whispered to himself, sounding confused as he carefully observed their strange behavior.

He started feeling uneasy as he kept watching them closely. He tilted his head slightly and couldn't help but wonder, "Are they dolls?" He murmured the words, filled with disbelief, unsure if what he was seeing was real.

His original plan began to fall apart because of uncertainty. He tapped his fingers lightly on his thigh while he thought about other options. "I was originally planning on just passing through the castle entrance like a boss... I mean like one of the servants or something," He acknowledged to himself, his body language changing as he adjusted his plan.

His confidence turned into deep thought as he looked at the large tree castle ahead.

"But if I have to pass those guys," he muttered, his lips forming a thin line as he thought futher. "well.. I don't know."

Mina, under John's influence, met Ken's waord with a defiant glare. Her response, was calm and filled with conviction, as it rang through the battlefield. "So, you found out. Big deal. It's not like you can do anything in your current state." Her voice brimmed with self-assuredness as the dynamics of the battle took an unforeseen turn.

Ken's taunting chuckle echowed through the battlefield. He took a step forward, locking eyes with John. "Come on, John," his voice rumbled, a sly smile curling his lips.

"I thought you were the smart one, but seeing that you still haven't noticed, it seems I have to explain." His hand made sweeping gestures in the air as he continued, "You see, although I met you, Chris, and Mina in this village, you three were never my true targets."

Mina, still remaining confident despite the fact she appeard to be in a disadvantageous situation, "Of course, I knew. You were here to slaughter the villagers."

Ken leaned closer, his words filled with sinister intent. He raised an index finger, emphasizing a point. "Well, that's only half right," he whispered. "The other reason is a secret, but since you'll be dying soon, I guess I can share it with you."

Mina's face frowned with confusion under John's influence as she asked, "What do you mean I'll be dying soon?"

Before Ken could respond, a swift and unexpected burst of motion occoured. A sword, wielded by an unseen hand, impaled John through the chest from behind. He gasped, his body convulsing in pain. His control over Mina suddenly wavered and dissolved.

Mina, now free from John's influence, staggered to her knees. Her hands trembled as she clutched her throbbing head. She winced in agony, confusion etched across her features. "My head hurts like hell... What's going on?"

John, clutching his chest wound and suprised by the sudden unexpected attack, turned around to find out who was responsible. As hie eyes landed on Chris they widned and he felt a sudden sense of betrayal, his voice filled with shock. "Chris? Why did you do this?" The battlefield was plunged into a tense and uncertain silence, the aftermath of the unexpected act of violence.

Chris maintained his enigmatic smile, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint as he leaned in slightly, adding an air of suspense. His voice was lighthearted and cryptic, like a riddle yet to be unraveled. "Oh, John, a man's got to do what a man's got to do." The words hung in the air, leaving John to grapple with the mystery behind his friend's actions.

The tension in the moment was mounting, as if the world itself held its breath, waiting for the truth to be revealed.

John's anger flared, and he struggled to understand the sudden betrayal. His voice quivered with a mix of frustration and pain as he demanded answers. "W-what does that even mean? A-answer me. Why did you stab me in the back?" Each word was strained and came out ragged, the sword lodged in his back piercing through his chest, causing him immense agony.

The atmosphere grew charged with tension as the two friends stood on opposing sides of an unforeseen conflict.