ASCENSION

The ants of the mighty An'khathal had recently came across a mighty boon for the colony, an empty ant hill, still full of writhing and delectable eggs and larvae. It seems almost too good to be true, for the previous inhabitants had disappeared without a trace save for the strange, white, specks drifting through the air.

With winter soon coming however, such a find cannot go to waste from mere superstition. The ants will press on. They will thrive.