Humanity

The green grass was there, attached to the soil by its network of roots that penetrated deep. To drink, to absorb, the nutrients and the water mother nature had in store for it. 

But above its greenery, there was a speckle of blood. Beyond the speckle were pools of blood. The blood of humans and their horses, smeared against the grass, the rocks, and the  soil. 

The ants underneath were confused, this red liquid that they only found inside corpses seemingly rained down from the sky like water from a storm.

Yet, as the worker ants searched further and beyond, they found their prizes. One human corpse, although clad in armor, the ants themselves were small, too small in fact. They could crawl within the cracks, the joints, crawl up even what could be considered the highest of heights from the perspective of ants.