Twenty little termites (2)
Sebastian's illusion followed suit. It couldn't make noise, but if it got close enough to the monsters but far away from the group's position, it would be able to attract their attention.
The tension between Sebastian and the rest of the group escalated, and at the same time, the undead minion stooped to blend in with the open landscape of the savanna.
As they neared the target area, they rose to full height, breaking the horizon line and making themselves visible to the termites.
The undead made noises, mainly clattering bones and beating its sword on his shin. The strategy was a gamble. No, the attack itself was.
Relying on the Moundfang Termites' curiosity and aggressive territorial instincts while attacking from the other side was risky, but it was their best chance at success.
Sebastian held his breath as the first termite emerged from the mound, its mandibles clicking.