Happy Days That Would No Longer Return [Part 1]
It all started fifty years ago.
In a region that was a good distance away from the Shaufell Valley, a colony of Blaze Coned Termites thrived.
This particular colony was fairly young and only numbered tens of thousands.
It was also the place where I was born.
The moment I hatched from the egg, my destiny had already been laid out for me. Unlike the Worker Termites, my role was to guard and protect our colony from any kind of threat.
Our territory was near a volcano, so our bodies had evolved to adapt to it, making us very resistant to fire.
As our numbers grew, my comrades expanded our area of influence. Because of this, we encountered our fair share of powerful Beasts who mercilessly killed our kind.
Of course, I'm not saying that we were free from fault because Blaze Coned Termites were very aggressive and very territorial. Every single encounter we faced automatically led to a confrontation.