Chrysalis

Titus sat heavily behind his desk. The desk was similar to the man in many respects, unadorned, rough even, and solid. Thick boards of stonewood he'd harvested himself in the second strata, made up the surface on which he worked. The desk had to be joined together since he couldn't find a nail that would go through the stuff. The wood was stubborn, unyielding, that's why he liked it.

Titus reached inside his Legionary coat pocket with his free hand, withdrawing a smooth metal box attached to his belt by a chain. Placing down the letter he used both hands to place his fingers just so, frowning when he needed four tries to position his thick fingers correctly, before the box opened with a snap.

From within the case a blue glow spilled onto the desk and briefly illuminated Titus' face as he opened the case and stared hard at the contents, then snapped it shut, placing the case back into his inner pocket.

He opened a draw, removed a fresh piece of paper, collected his pen and began to compose a reply.

"Corrin,

as stated in the initial announcement five days ago, ambient mana levels within the dungeon are climbing and continue to do so, it is the opinion of the Legion that a wave is likely to occur within a week, but AS YOU KNOW, these predictions can be inaccurate and a wave can break with very short notice.

In the interest of keeping YOUR MEMBERS ALIVE we have exercised our right to control Dungeon access in the city of Liria and will be undertaking aggressive action to ensure the safety of the citizens.

If some of your parties are unable to conduct their activities in the dungeon during this time, I regret to inform you that I DON'T GIVE A DAMN.

After the wave is finished or when ambient mana levels return to normal your members will once again be granted access to the Dungeon, not before.

Get stuffed,

Titus.

Commander, Legionem Abyssi, Liria"

at playing nice with idiots. One of the main reasons why he

tucked behind a cabinet gathering dust, was an enormous battle-axe leaning against the wall. Almost six feet long from head to haft, the thick metal didn't look as

it, sealed it with wax and placed it in his mail tray for one of the auxiliaries to deliver later in

for the next letter of complaint, this one from the Minister of the Path, he heard the

the blood stirring in his veins. Perhaps he

the forward garrison, blasting open the massive doors with a single hand, he advanced into the building like a storm. The soldiers on duty, Legionaries all, saluted respectfully as

he marched through the stone plaza towards the breach in the

on extended expeditions. The space around the entrance was flat stone floor for thirty metres in every direction then a circular wall three metres high surrounded it, manned by archers and mages at all times, creating an open killing

inhaling as deeply as he wanted to,

several guard stations, each usually manned by two legionaries, was now fully complemented with a team of five. They turned to salute him

commander gave them a nod before he moved forward passed the next three posts until he reached the first. Ten legionaries occupied the wall

centurions still in lock step behind him he found the woman he was looking for inside the guard post, pouring over maps

approach and dismissed her people

"Commander Titus".

"Tribune Aurillia".

mana concentration points marked clearly with neat organised writing. Wouldn't those idiots at the Merc Union love to see this level of detail on their 'guides',

the situation

ago the monster approached this guard station before fleeing, the guard

in the first strata to show enough intelligence to flee danger. Far more common for them to charge forward blindly and fight to

thing he

preparations for the wave defense

on schedule commander, though I have taken the liberty of advancing the timeline in response to this

be joining the suppression expedition