Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
Carriers!
Scrit! Scritt!
A queen ant wandered out of the Pitcher Plant Forest, kicked out of its nest when a new queen emerged into power. Unlike other queens of its species that gave in to their fate and were turned into nutrition for the brood, this queen fought for herself, making it out alive.
Following that, it had ventured out of the Pitcher Plant Forest, walking towards the shore when it came across a feather. The feather brimmed with Nacre, an energy type it didn't consume usually.
After all, it always consumed the corruption before digesting part of it before converting the rest into a pure energy source to be fed to the Pitcher Plants operating with Nacre.
It was hungry and somewhat injured too, therefore didn't hesitate before beginning to eat the feather. The feather had pierced through the belly of a twitching insect.