Me and my (Blade ant]) were looking in all directions.

Behind us the tunnels had already collapsed from the explosion. In the front, in the tunnel to the left large boulders were falling and blocking the entry. All but a few ants were able to get through before it closed off.

In front of me, the main tunnel, nothing could be see, nor could I hear any clicking.

But that big tunnel in front of us, that's where the true danger would come from.

My ant stood strong, and was able to take the first ants one by one.

Seeing the reckless, suicidal charges of the ants I could feel my newfound intuition speak to me of more possibilities.

The old 'parry and neck bite' combination was wonderful, but a few ants down the line I could tell how easy it would be to use the sharp edge of the carapace.

Guiding the ant as best as I could and sending it all the mana I could spare to heal it's wounds I got lost in thought. Pondering what that feeling was nearly missed the first ant running in from the front.

Panic seemed to offer that moment of clarity and recklessness.

Ater parrying another bite my and rammed into the neck with it's sharp carapace. Just in time to dive and bite at the first ant from main tunnel.

The ants are pushing in as fast as they can now, reckless dives sheering off legs while blocking bites. Some of it's legs tore off and and are crippeling other ants.

The last 5 are diving on him together, and even with all the mana it's barely alive.

But diving on a razor sharp carapace was a mistake.

While my own ant is still down and regrowing it's legs, the last one collapses and turns to mana.

As soon as the fight ends my mind relaxes and it's attention gets drawn to a tiny phanotom.

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A phantom ant getting torn to shreds and holding off a horde by itself while regrowing legs can be seen in my mind

Achievement The Army of One

You were the only one to stand against the tide.

The last hope.

Having stood your ground as a (Blade Ant), you made good use of your given class.

The intuition for the blade grew in this fight, and only you stood in defence.

Massive efforts and mana were used to heal and support you to keep going.

Mortal wounds were closed, sharp limps lost and grown back sharper.

Exccess mana was used to bridge the gap between your capability

and the whispers of your [skill]

Fate did not give you favorable odds, but you prevailed!

You can burn mana to bridge the gap between your capability

and the whispers of your [skill].

The burned mana leaves as smoke through the eyes.

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Drawing in mana to heal comes easier to you.

Overhealing slowly clear's out inperfections of the body.

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While I blinked away the phantom a tiny white ant came from the left and arrived in front of my core.

Did he slip through the small cracks between the boulders?

That tiny bite on my crystal gave way to a huge flood of white and black smoke.