Clard was still overwhelmed by the increasingly insane Ant Bees. Their attacks became more unpredictable. They could strike from unexpected directions—even without launching any visible attacks. One after another, soldiers under Clard's command were killed.
"Aaarrrgh!"
Clard turned and saw one of his soldiers fall with a wound on their neck. As if something had stabbed their throat. It made no sense. Clard was sure someone had attacked his soldier, but he didn't know how it was done.
"Invisible Ant Bees. I'm sure they're the ones doing this, but…" He squinted his eyes, trying to think harder. "This can't be the work of magic-using Ant Bees. When they were killed, there was no change whatsoever. Even… the larger Ant Bees can disappear."
Clard's eyes kept scanning. He tried to identify what type of Ant Bee was behind all this. He kept thinking and searching, but seconds later, Clard sensed something strange on his shoulder. He quickly turned. A small spider lifted its two legs.
