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

against his will, his eyes slid to the corner of his office where, 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

wax and placed it in his mail tray for one of the auxiliaries to deliver

he reached for the next letter of complaint, this one from the Minister of the Path, he heard the sound of feet pounding on stone, growing louder as

could feel the blood stirring in his veins. Perhaps

he advanced into the building like a storm. The soldiers on

on duty fell into step behind him as he marched through the stone plaza towards the breach in the

through 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

in the darkness. He prevented himself from inhaling as deeply as he wanted to, bringing the Dungeon air and its rich mana into

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

nod before he moved forward passed the next three posts until he reached the first. Ten legionaries occupied the wall here, two mages

the woman he was looking for inside the guard post, pouring over maps on the table with some

and dismissed her

"Commander Titus".

"Tribune Aurillia".

to glance at the maps. All maps of the first strata , passages and mana concentration points marked clearly with neat organised writing.

is the situation

guard station before fleeing, the guard team has signaled the Centurion on duty before pursuing

intelligence to flee danger.

last thing he needed

preparations for the

defense is being readied on schedule commander, though I have taken the liberty of

be joining the suppression