Chrysalis

The pressure continues to build within my throat, the small spherical mass of mana is becoming tighter and tighter, the dense energy fluctuating and spinning wildly as more and more mana is forced into it.

I’m reaching the limits of my tolerance, I have to act soon!

I can see the Queen advancing into the forest, her personal swarm of guards being forced to move with her. It’s clear that she intends to personally enter the battle and defend her colony against these large interlopers.

I think if these damned Croca beasts hadn’t shown up she would probably have been content to just release her healing spell and then retreat back into the nest, but with such a large portion of her workforce under threat she must feel compelled to act.

A caring mother, striding into battle for her children... It’s very moving Gandalf! And no I’m not crying! I can’t cry, I’m an ant, but within, I am deeply moved by this maternal devotion.

For the moment I’ll gloss over that this situation is entirely my fault...

On my back Tiny has continued to survey the battlefield, hooting aggressively at our foes and occasionally lashing out with his little fists whenever he could locate a target. I’m impressed the little fellow has managed to maintain his seat all this time, it couldn’t have been easy in the swirling melee.

I’m drawing closer and closer to the Titan-Croc even as they are drawing closer and closer to me. They’ve almost reached the ants now, just a few more meters and those claws will begin to reap a dark harvest of ant experience. I won’t let it happen!

Suddenly accelerating I charge forward out of the pack, brushing aside my fellow workers in my mad rush to reach the crocodiles before they are able to act. I want to draw their attention away from the colony as much as possible, I have to be fast!

Go!

My force mana sphere is as dense as I can make it, no matter how I try I can’t force any more energy into it. It is wildly spinning inside me, a tiny, ultra-dense, hot fog of mana just begging to be released.

As I reach the edge of the field I climb onto the back of a nearby worker and leap into the air. Directly before my face the Titan-Croc looms. Cruel eyes stare directly into mine. Massive jaws part to reveal a wealth of barbed teeth, ready to snap out my life.

Delivered to you fresh like the cold mountain winds, receive the shout of my people!

Opening my mouth I finally release the energy I’ve contained within . Like a bullet from a gun, like a directed explosion, the mana bursts out with irresistible force, as if I shot a cannonball from my mouth.

Time seems to slow down in this moment. Or perhaps my perception speeds up. The chaotic motion all around me stills and the small details become larger and larger in my eyes. I can see the huge bulk of the Titan-Croc in front of me as I float through the air, it’s maw opening wide, ropes of saliva clinging to each tooth, ready to crunch down on this meal that has delivered itself by airmail directly.

to advance into the horde of ants with claws bared, their arms are

few workers have responded to the impending threat of Croca-beast, I can see their antennae slowly twitching in the air as they turn to face this new threat, no fear or shock showing in

magic

of a battering ram. With my heightened senses in this moment I can see the very

to aim after leaping into the air so my blast doesn’t smash into the Titan-Croc’s

over the monster’s face, an ever

sensation of

catapults away into

of monster crashes into it like a thunderbolt. The

Then silence.

Then Gandalf.

level 12 Crescente

[You have gained experience]

have reached level

...

One hit.... KO?

Are you kidding me?!

lies amidst the broken remnants of the shattered tree, unmoving. The monster’s massive chest appears to have been caved in, as if struck

them, looking

to quite understand what it is they are looking

Then Mother arrives.

Croca-Beast on my left.

Biomass did you spend upgrading your mandibles? They look sharper

the second, her powerful mandibles clicking ominously, covered in ichor. The monsters in this place do not know the word retreat and the remaining Croca-Beast shows no sign of backing down. I don’t know if these creatures are incredibly brave or just immensely stupid

the claws to rake into her carapace. The force of that impact would have sent me flying but she doesn’t budge, cold eyes staring down

left a mark on the shiny dark carapace of

as much of it as possible to the nest for the Queen to eat, not only giving her the energy to produce the young but also

doubt she is the most highly mutated member of the colony, probably possessing many mutation advanced to boot. For whatever reason her advancements seem to be the less ostentatious kind as I can’t really see a visible difference in

strike, Mother opens her jaws wide and plunges them down, all of her crushing weight behind the strike. Even the powerful Croca-Beast is no match for