Chrysalis

I have high hopes for this upgrade. At the moment I can’t use my mana for anything other than practice, it serves no offensive purpose, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll eventually be able to manipulate my mana into different elemental types eventually. If I’m right then this could be a massive advantage, even if it is a long way off.

For now, this upgrade will give me what I want most, which is a rounded offensive boost.

Choose Infused Mandibles!

ooooOOOOHHHHHHHH GOD!

MY FACE!

MY PRECIOUS FACE!

Once the mutation begins my entire face erupts with painful itching. It almost feels as if wires are tunnel through my head, connecting my mandibles and my inner body.

This is the WOOOOOOOOORST!

It takes a long time for the mutation to end. When it finally stops I feel like crying in relief and once again I’m forced to remember that ants have no tears.

But my heart, my heart is weeping.

Getting stronger is an amazing feeling but the process completely sucks. Having spent my mana and my Biomass it is time to rest up. I still have skill points to spend but I’ll keep holding them for skill upgrades and potential magic skills.

Time for a nap!

Without further ado I flop onto my side and begin to drift into the dreamless state of torpor. Tiny scratches around for a while before leaning himself against my back. Before my senses finally fade away I can hear him snoring softly behind me.

Aaaand UP!

With a jolt I shake myself awake, ready to take on another day of challenges! Since there isn’t really any hurry I make sure to spend the mana I accumulated whilst resting on more manipulation practice.

I try something different this time, inspired the Queen, that is to say, mother, passing on her healing spell through her antennae. Using my mind to control the flow of energy in my core I direct it out, into my body and up through my antennae. Eventually the mana is released as a brightly glowing wisp of smoke, drifting from the tip of each antennae.

he a bit

rush to get started quickly today so I felt like taking some time to

or ears of any kind. They are totally dependent on the workers to care for them until they are

though. I try tickling them with my antennae and they start wriggling around happily, rolling away to escape. This starts a new game where Tiny and I take turns to roll the little guys back and forth

Heheh.

playing around, time to go and secure food for the next

Wait, I smell something...

to work out why. The scent I detect in the air is the pheromone for emergency, all

is going on

larger and stronger than the other ants I push my way forward, Tiny in his customary saddle on my back, rushing down to the Queens’

around her defensively. There is one other tunnel leading further down in this chamber and workers are streaming down it at the

into the tunnel

heck is going on guys? Tunnel collapse? Food located?

down the tunnel I get my answer, the sounds of brutal impact and flesh being torn are ringing

We are under attack!

Defend the colony!

in my mind I double my speed, I’ll reach the front line and smash our enemies to bits! How dare they raid our

horrified by what I see. Broken and sliced bodies of my fellow workers litter the ground already but as soon as more arrive they throw themselves into

seem to

loom before me, walking on four legs that end in strange clawed feet, their hunched upper bodies are grotesquely bulked with muscle, with almost no head or face to speak of. From the center of their chest protrudes a hideous beak. Instead of arms, four glistening blades, made from bone or steel, I can’t say, extend from their torso

heck are

down below? They look like they mean

of waiting, workers are being slaughtered as I wait around.

difficult to see how many of these insane creatures there are since the narrow tunnel only allows two of them to fight at a time but I can

take Tiny into the middle of this. I quickly shake my body left and right, like a wet dog, until I dislodge the little guy. He cries out in protest but there is no way he will be able

more for

on then you freaks,

over me to reach their immediate death I charge, drawing the attention

Slash!

duck under the first strike