Where Is The Black Ant Hill In Grounded Novels & Stories

With the return of Nocté, the element calmed down and floods no longer happened. Agnes and Bastian had to work hard and hire local help to make the Black Cliff habitable for people, not sea creatures. There was plenty of work left to this day, but Agnes kept her chip up. Nocté was surprised at the strong health of the old woman: she never complained to her about back pain or aching bones.

**Chapter 95 – Heart of the Void **March 22, 2031 – Final Nest, Antarctic Convergence** The last nest is buried under miles of Antarctic ice—a frozen fortress hiding the swarm’s true heart. A black cathedral of carapace and void, pulsing beneath the polar cap, feeding on the planet’s core ley lines like a parasite sucking marrow from bone. One massive spire rises through cracked ice—taller than Everest, wide as a city, tendrils spreading global, corrupting oceans and skies with black veins visible even from orbit.

We neared the edge of the forest. - There were several hills around a large meadow. Small rises peaked up, covered in tall grasses and wild flowers. At the base of one of the rises was a broken tree stump. I dropped low, into the grass as the tiger looked around. He reached down and pulled the stump at the base. It came out of the ground like a hinged hatch. They’d said the ex-leaders and their minions had gone underground, I almost laughed at it being literal. I watched as the stump went back in place. I finally had them after months of searching.

Maybe…just maybe…we’d found a way to get rescued from this crazy island full of dangerous lunatics. We collected as many black rocks as we could hold. Then, with the rocks piled high in our arms, we darted back to the small lagoon. The lagoon was in the perfect area, since no one really came out this way. We started piling the rocks in the shallow water. “Let’s spread them out as much as we can,” Storm said. “To cover a large area. That will be easier to see from the sky.” I agreed. Then I mindlinked Alpha Miles and told him to look for a shallow lagoon with a ton of black rocks. He said he would notify the search parties immediately.

The storm raged around our stolen Gulfstream as Kara's revelation settled over us like a shroud. Somewhere beneath those angry clouds, children—my genetic children—were sleeping in glass coffins, unaware they'd been sentenced to die at dawn. Jeff's grip on my shoulder tightened. "We need coordinates. Extraction plans. Actual intel—not just visions from some winged—" Kara's wings flared open with a sound like unsheathing swords. "The facility is built into Mount Cimetta. Three levels below ground. The children are on B2."

Despite the short delay at Pingshun, they managed to reach Qingcheng by dawn. The Peacock was so tired from the exertion that it was practically spewing froth and saliva when it finally landed. But it could not afford to slack off – not when the single-most dangerous person on Earth rode on its back. A single kick from him could easily blast him to kingdom come. Chu Xun asked for some directions and ascertained the location of Silent Hill before they set off once more. Grey dawn peeked at the horizon, heralding the coming of a new day.

I dragged him to me, in a hug. It wasn’t a consoling hug, he wasn’t losing his mate. It was more of a ‘stop being a drama queen and chill' kinda hug. As he stopped screaming, I could hear the environment more clearly. Surrounded by trees, mountains and a vast sea? Quite new. Since we’re around the sea, then we were at the north of Black Hills. Opposite direction to Red Moon and where I had seen Logan before. He had shifted dens. I wondered what he had in store for picking this destination. Maybe he was fleeing to another land soon. Hoping hard.

And then she was gone. No scent. No trail. Just vanished. I stood in the clearing for a long time, my hands trembling, breath fogging the air. And in the far distance, I heard it. The lullaby. Not from Vyre. From the forest. The next cursed encampment was deep beneath the hollowed cliffs to the east—once a Frostwillow sacred site, now desecrated. I slipped between shadows, using every ounce of Blackmoor stealth my father taught me. When I reached the cliffs, I found them sleeping in strange formations—wolves twisted into unnatural shapes, curled beside carved bone totems and blood-lit candles.