Romans & histoires The Strange Turbulent World Ant

As they drew closer, the light grew brighter, revealing a strange, alien landscape. The ground was a swirling mass of dark energy, and the sky was a void of infinite blackness. Towering structures, made of twisted metal and living stone, rose from the ground, their forms grotesque and unnatural. A sense of dread washed over them. This was not a place of peace or tranquility. It was a realm of pure evil, a dimension born from the darkest corners of the universe. As they ventured deeper into this alien world, they encountered strange, twisted creatures. Some were humanoid, their forms distorted and grotesque. Others were amorphous masses of darkness, their shapes constantly shifting and changi

I let my head rest against the wall and closed my eyes for a second, gathering my thoughts. When I opened them again, she was watching me closely. “What do you mean by strange?” she asked. “Now is really not the time for this, Anton.” I sighed. “I know it’s not the time. But it’s the truth.” She shook her head almost immediately. “No. Nothing is strange. Nothing is happening. Kira was attacked, yes, but that doesn’t suddenly mean the entire pack is—” “It does,” I cut in quietly. Her eyes narrowed. “Anton.”

Dozens of silver and gray bodies leapt into the smoke, some shifting mid-air, claws blazing with magic, others already in full beast form, tearing through the cursed ground with battlelust in their veins. We danced around earth traps, claws digging in just before runes exploded behind us in columns of cursed fire. We shredded through vine-laced summons, ripped apart shadow puppets, and slammed into the witches’ flanks, scattering their formation like broken teeth. And at the edge of a ruined stone arch, standing atop the horn of a fallen golem, was Anton the Ant—no taller than a boot, wearing a silver-plated helmet the size of a thimble, his voice magically amplified.

"Ant, now that we're here... I'll give you a chance to repent. If we're happy, maybe we can give you a more comfortable way to die! Otherwise, humph, I'll make you wish you were dead!" "Ant, didn't you want us to kill you? Now that we're here, you can tell us how you want to die!" "Oh, are you so scared that you don't dare to make a sound? But it makes sense, these ants in the Mortal World can only be stubborn. If they really confront us, it will be good enough if they don't cry and kneel down to beg for mercy." "Don't talk nonsense with him! If this person wants to ruin our plans, then send him to hell. It's that simple!"