Chapter 40: Chapter 40: THE REBORN COALITION
The forest had burned, healed, and burned again. By the time the sky paled, its heart had stopped echoing gold. Smoke drifted through the trees like ghosts that didn’t know where to go.
Buzz and Zza moved through it slow, silent, careful not to stir the ash. Their shells were dulled from the fight, streaked with dried ichor and soot. They hadn’t spoken since the nest fell silent. Some silences carried more weight than words.
Zza broke it first. "They’ll come looking," she said. "Someone has to. We weren’t the only ones who survived."
Buzz didn’t look back. "If they come, they’ll see the nests. They’ll think we failed."
"They’ll come anyway."
He didn’t argue. He didn’t want to.
The forest’s path wound down into a valley, where the air turned cold and wet. A stream cut through the mud, carrying flecks of gold downstream. They followed it for hours until shapes began to appear ahead—shadows of movement, faint, deliberate.
Zza’s silk lifted instinctively, ready to strike. Buzz raised a claw in warning. "Wait."
From behind a mound of moss, a familiar voice rasped. "Lower that silk unless you plan to strangle me again, Zza."
The Elder stepped forward, supported by two Weaverworms. Its body was thinner now, translucent threads hanging loose like torn fabric. But its eyes still burned blue.
Zza froze. "You’re supposed to be dead."
"Supposed to," the Elder said. "I’ve ignored worse."
Buzz stepped closer. "The newborn broke your net."
The Elder nodded once. "And yet here I am. Threads scatter when burned, but the pattern remembers." It tilted its head toward the treeline. "You two weren’t the only fools who kept fighting."
Behind it, the remnants of the coalition emerged. Scarabs with cracked shells, Centipedes missing half their coils, Glowbeetles dimmed but alive. Even a few Swamp Ants trudged through the mud, their antennae low but moving.
Zza whispered, almost to herself, "They came back."
The Elder looked between them. "You found the nest?"
Buzz nodded. "And the heart. It’s buried deeper now. We stopped it from spreading, but not from learning."
Murmurs rippled through the coalition. The Scarab captain stepped forward, one leg wrapped in silk. "So it’s alive."
Buzz met his gaze. "Alive and growing."
The captain clicked his mandibles. "Then we burn the forest."
"No," Zza said sharply. "If we burn it, it adapts. It’s rooted now. Fire won’t kill it—it’ll teach it."
The Elder raised a claw, silencing the argument. "We’ve seen what fire does. It cleans, but it forgets. The forest cannot afford more forgetting."
Buzz folded his arms, watching the survivors argue among themselves. Their voices were hoarse, their faces lined with exhaustion. None of them looked like soldiers anymore. They looked like creatures trying to find a reason to keep breathing.
He took a step forward. "We don’t burn. We rebuild."
The crowd turned to him.
Buzz’s voice steadied, low and sure. "The Queen ruled because she made us forget we had a choice. The newborn’s trying the same thing, but smarter. We fight it by remembering what it doesn’t understand—how to stand together without control."
A Scarab barked a laugh. "Together? You mean the same way we were when the Queen divided us?"
Buzz didn’t flinch. "We’re alive because we didn’t stay divided." He looked at Zza, then at the Elder. "Because someone pulled silk when it would’ve been easier to cut loose."
The Elder’s mandibles twitched in what might have been a smile. "He’s right."
The murmurs softened. Even the Scarab lowered his head.
Zza stepped beside Buzz, her voice quieter. "We can rebuild the net the Weaver left behind. Stronger. Wider. We can trap the infection before it spreads again."
The Elder tilted its head. "You’d have to rethread the entire valley."
"Then we start with the roots," Buzz said. "If it uses the forest to think, we make the forest remember us instead."
For the first time since the battle, the survivors didn’t look broken. The Scarabs began to hum a rhythm, low and steady. The Glowbeetles flickered in answer. The Centipedes coiled into tight rings, forming a living wall around the clearing.
The Elder extended a thread from its arm and laid it across the stream. "Then we weave again."
The coalition moved. Slowly at first, then with purpose. Silk stretched between trees, binding wounds and connecting paths. Glowbeetles climbed high, their light tracing lines in the canopy. Centipedes dug trenches, carrying mud to strengthen the foundation. The rhythm built—a song of rebuilding, of defiance.
Buzz worked beside Zza, his claws raw but steady. The gold in his veins pulsed, but weaker now, contained. For every thread they wove, the glow beneath the soil dimmed a little more.
As the first dawn light broke through the trees, the valley looked different. Threads crossed every trunk and root, shimmering faintly like veins of light. The Elder stood at the center, its eyes half-closed. "It listens again," it said softly. "The forest remembers."
Buzz leaned on a broken root, breathing hard. "Then we have time."
Zza glanced at him. "Time for what?"
He looked toward the horizon, where a faint shimmer of gold still pulsed far away. "For it to wake. For us to be ready."
The Elder turned its gaze in the same direction. "It will come again. Hunger never sleeps for long."
Buzz nodded. "Good. Then neither do we."
The forest around them stirred, alive but quiet. The coalition had no leader, no Queen, no perfect order. Just survivors learning to stand side by side again.
As the sun rose, its light caught the web they had built, turning the valley into a sea of light. Buzz watched the shimmer run from tree to tree, feeling for once that the forest didn’t hate him for surviving.
Zza’s voice came soft beside him. "We’ll hold it here?"
He smiled, tired but sure. "We’ll hold it anywhere."
High above, hidden in the canopy, a single drop of gold fell from a leaf and vanished into the soil.
It pulsed once.
Then stilled.
For now.