Re:Ant Lord-Chapter 75: Final Day’s March

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The night wore on peacefully, with no beasts attacking or storms rolling in. A few times, Kai or Vexor snapped upright, expecting a predator or beast’s roar, but no threat materialized. Perhaps fate had granted them a momentary peace.

Perhaps the savage trials in the deep wilderness were behind them. With that thought, their hearts felt a small spark of relief. This was not safety, but it was better than the endless terror of the previous days.

Kai found himself gazing at the star-filled sky, mind drifting to the star crystal liquid safely in his expanded Soul-Bonded Storage. Part of him longed to study it, to see if it could help him rank up or heal his friends.

But the system’s warnings had been clear: it was a special resource, not for casual use. He needed knowledge, or a safe place to experiment, and that might only come once they returned to the kingdom. "One day... I’ll see if these secrets can help me surpass all obstacles," he thought firmly.

As the moon climbed high, they decided to rest at last. They unrolled skin blankets, placing them around Renna. Vexor dozed off first, lulled by exhaustion of the journey. Kai forced his eyes to stay open a bit longer, scanning the darkness with his predator instinct for hidden foes.

Memories of monstrous beasts lingered in the corners of his mind. But nothing stirred. Satisfied they were momentarily safe, he let his tense muscles relax, sinking into a half-sleep with the quiet crackle of the fire as his lullaby.

Next morning, the sky glowed a gentle gold, ushering in what they hoped would be their final day of travel. Kai sat up, brushing dew from his exoskeleton. Vexor woke from a restless sleep, wincing as he checked his bandages.

Renna, still locked in unconsciousness, breathed shallowly. Though no miraculous recovery had transpired overnight, he appeared stable. They forced themselves to eat a handful of edible root scraps from nearby. The taste was bitter, but it was a necessary fuel for the final journey.

Then, with quiet resolve, they set out once again, heading south or east, Kai couldn’t be fully sure, but the rolling fields ahead were definitely the route that would lead them back to the Ant Kingdom’s gates.

The day proved mercifully peaceful. The meadows were wide and grassy, dotted with a few clusters of trees. A soft wind rustled, carrying the smell of distant blossoms.

They trudged across gentle slopes, the sun shining warmly overhead, as though the world had decided to grant them a reprieve after all the brutality they had endured. No monstrous roars, no hidden ambushes. Just the rhythmic crunch of grass and dirt underfoot.

Though the journey remained difficult. Kai’s arms sometimes quivered under Renna’s weight, and Vexor paused frequently to catch his breath. They pressed forward. Time slipped by with no trouble except their own fatigue.

Kai found himself glancing at the horizon often, scanning for any sign of the Ant Kingdom’s walls. He caught none yet, but the land looked more familiar with each step, as if they had re-entered the outskirts of their territory.

Late afternoon arrived, coloring the grassland in long shadows. Kai guessed they were only a single day’s journey from the colony gates. Perhaps by midday tomorrow, they would see the watchtowers and crest the final hill that overlooked the massive ant-built city.

The thought stirred a soft wave of emotion in him: relief that they might find medicine for Renna, or maybe a chance to rest truly without fear. Yet also sadness, remembering they would return with so few survivors.

Vexor noticed Kai’s pensive expression and asked quietly, "Are we almost home?" Kai nodded. "Maybe one more day." That simple statement left them both silent for a while. The cost of returning home felt steep: so many lost. And the memory of betrayal, though not voiced, lingered in their hearts.

They came upon a short, broad ridge that overlooked a shallow valley. Realizing it was near nightfall, they decided to camp there, high enough to see any threats approaching. Kai lowered Renna onto a bed of soft grass, mindful of the battered male ant’s missing legs.

He checked the bandages again, noting they needed fresh cloth, but he had none left. Instead, he rinsed them gently in water, trying to keep the wounds from infection. Vexor gathered bits of dried grass and small twigs for a final campfire.

The evening sky streaked with purple and red. A hush fell around them. No beasts roamed the open meadows tonight, or if they did, they kept their distance. The faint chirp of nighttime insects lulled the battered ants as they shared a final bit of water, saving just enough for tomorrow’s final push.

Kai gazed out at the horizon one last time. The vague shape of farmland, perhaps the fringes of the kingdom, lay in the distance. If they walked steadily at dawn, by the next sunset they could be within the colony’s protective walls. Or at least near enough to call for help from patrolling squads.

He closed his eyes, letting the wave of exhaustion wash over him. "We’re close," he thought, "but the journey isn’t done." He recalled each friend lost, each savage fight, each secret resource hidden in his storage. The swirl of conflicting feelings and rage at betrayal, sorrow for fallen comrades, relief that they survived at all made him tremble inside.

Vexor crouched by the small flame, occasionally feeding it a twig so it wouldn’t die. His bruised face showed flickers of hope in the dancing light. Neither ant spoke much. There was no need. They had been through so much, an unspoken bond linking them in the quiet. Renna slept on, unmoving save for faint breaths.

They had no illusions that reaching the kingdom guaranteed everything would be fine. Renna might remain in a coma, the memory of lost friends would still ache, and they had no idea how the kingdom’s leadership or princess Mia would react to hearing the grim tale of the star crystal mine.

But at least they would be safe from random beasts, have access to medics, and maybe some measure of rest. And so they sat quietly under the starlight, letting the gentle hush of night cradle them in a fragile sense of safety.