It did not take long for boredom to set in.
Ben quickly realized he was not the type to sit around and do nothing.
His fingers twitched, itching for something to do.
With a sigh, he pulled out his Blockify Pickaxe, stretched his arms, and swung it into the rock.
As the first hit landed, he started humming to himself.
"The earth hums, the tunnel sings…
Thunk, clink, crack…
Snap, tap, thud…
A digger's what you are…
Strength's what you are…"
Ben paused for a moment, then nodded to himself.
"Time to dig," he said.
He got into a steady rhythm.
As he worked, he did not notice the faint change around him.
The krell digging nearby started to match his beat.
Their strikes slowly fell into the same tempo as his swings.
The sound of metal on stone lined up in a rough pattern.
A weak but real connection formed between them through the hive mind.
It was not something he did on purpose.
It was just a feeling that spread out and pulled their movements into sync.
