Ant colony in the Crimson Coffin

Isaac bolted forward, determined to chase the mutant running away, but a hand clamped down on his arm, halting him mid-stride. Startled, he twisted around, ready to shake off whoever dared stop him.

"Emily?" he blurted, a mix of surprise and irritation crossing his face as he stared into her intense eyes.

"We can't chase that ant. What if it's leading us into a trap?" Emily's voice was tense, her grip firm.

"A trap?" Isaac scoffed, brushing off her hand. "What the hell are you talking about?" His eyes narrowed.

"Think about it, Isaac," she pressed, her voice steady but edged with fear. "That ant hasn't made a single move to attack us since it appeared. We've thrown everything at it, and it didn't retaliate. A regular mutant would've rushed us the second it laid eyes on us."

Isaac frowned, considering her words, but his restlessness showed. "So, what are you suggesting?" he asked.