Chrysalis

Flush with the glow of a hard won victory, Tiny and I are unusually not looking forward to the next reward, the Biomass.

Unfortunately, whatever was blocking our sight ended with the defeat of the last monster, clearing our vision to take in a truly wonderful scene.

The monsters practically exploded when bitten and the remains are scattered over the tunnel floor in a truly unpleasant image. Something this abstract would have to be a Picasso? The spattered goop certainly leaves a strong impression.

Sharing an unwilling look with Tiny we both begin to pick over the tunnel floor reluctantly, looking for something that looks like edible Biomass.

[You have consumed a new source of Biomass: Tenebris Serpere, you are awarded one Biomass]

[Basic profile of the Tenebris Serpere unlocked]

[Tenebris Serpere: Dark Crawler, Produced in the Monster Forges of the Troglodyte engineering guilds, these creatures are tailor made for reconnaissance and stealth missions, deploying an arsenal of shadow magic for offensive and defensive purposes]

Uh...

WhatyousayGandalf?

What am I reading here? Produced? Monster Forges? Troglodyte Guilds?

What the heck was all o that?!

So these, truly unpleasant to eat creatures were created? By... Troglodytes?

I’ve never heard of a Troglodyte. What is that?

Well. Focusing back on this fight, the Xp from these creatures was perfectly acceptable. Two whole levels! Once for each! Not to mention the three cores that were able to secure as a result of this battle! Such rewards are almost unprecedented!

Surely this cannot be an omen of something bad about to happen!

...

Ok, nothing terrible so far.

I won’t count it out yet.

After splitting the Biomass with Tiny I gain a further four points, leaving my total on nine. Enough to take my legs from +2 to +4 and enhance my Gravity gland to +1 with one point spare.

I quickly confirm those upgrades with Gandalf while I distract myself from the unpleasant itch by rounding up the monster cores we’ve gained. Three small, round gem-like stones sit on the dirt in front of us. Apparently these monsters were engineered or created outright by a kind of people called the Troglodytes?

wonder if there is anything

begin to study the information contained inside. There is still much that I can’t see in there, but what I can

makes sense if you consider them as designed monsters, to compensate for their physical weakness

Interesting.

I find that it is impossible. When I attempt to make the change I feel as if I’m lifting a mountain with

difficult when I made a change to the undead rabbit core, it was nowhere near this hard! Perhaps the more a core has been engineered and changed the harder it becomes to make additional changes? I can test this theory by working on

these cores, I may

core detected. Would you like to reinforce your core

Reinforce that sucka!

each, which is interesting. For the final core I push it towards Tiny

stares blankly at it for a moment before pushing

...

what I wanted I use my mandibles to push

looks at

He looks at me.

He sits down.

back to

up the

...

hit

the core in my mandibles and rush at him. He seems stunned to see my charge but I don’t

Whack! Bash!

you moron! Don’t give me

gone. Stepping back Tiny is looking at me with a reproachful expression, clearly not happy with my violent treatment. I gift you a core and this is how you react?! I had

this lesson next time I

correct then Tiny has only evolved once, from those small apes to his larger gorilla form. If he’s going to follow me around then he needs

tunnel or retreat for the time being when

the heck is

vaguely in the air in front of me

I think this is....

Air pressure?

wind? From

make sense.... You would only get wind underground if.. Something ... large.... Was pushing

....

heat senses begin to detect a massive heat signature approaching, fast. Not just fast,

the shining beard of the wizardly one,

arm and start sprinting back towards the forest but I already know it’s too late. Turning my head slightly as I run I can see a looming shadow growing