Chrysalis

Seeing that baleful magic flickering into existence, Queen Verita's heart froze in her chest. In all her days she hadn't seen anything as horrific as this magic. The sound. The destruction. Everything it touched was simply …. Gone, smashed to nothing as if consumed by a monstrous beast.

Even though it was her foes who were about to experience this horror the Queen had pity on them, feared for them even. Who knows what gods would await them on the other side of that dreadful maw?

The little ant opened its mouth and the vortex of death howled into existence. The air inside the throne room pulled at everyone as it was sucked towards the purple ball that raced through the air to impact against the shield of an enemy soldier in an instant.

Despite the horrific shriek of the wind the soldiers didn't panic but calmly began to deploy their defensive skills. They didn't believe this little monster would be capable of casting a spell strong enough to threaten them. How many monsters had they killed on training expeditions to the Dungeon? How many towering, powerful beasts had they faced down? To retreat in the face of this little thing would be an insult to their pride.

It would be their death instead.

As soon as it touched that shield the dark purple, almost black ball expanded outwards in an instant and the soldiers near the impact point vanished entirely. Those close to the edges had a split second in which their faces twisted with fear and shock before they too were pulled into the ball. Horror overtook every soldier in the room as the wind rose in pitch once again to a deafening howl. Soldiers tried to flee, tried to pull their comrades away from that sphere of death but they could not resist it and nothing would sate it.

Even the ant who cast the spell backed away slightly before becoming still and watching its creation consume the enemy. The Queen could only stare at the grisly spectacle before her. Seeing this magic employed against a gate was one thing, seeing it make proud, trained soldiers vanish in an instant was another. Fear gripped her. What level of mage would be required to defend against something like this?

It felt like a lifetime but it was only a few seconds before the sphere vanished. A tight, dense ball of … something …. The Queen refused to think on it … dropped to the ground with a wet THUNK and rolled several times before coming to a stop.

carved a groove out of it, the stone slabs were simply… gone. Carved away so precisely it could have been

shocked and demoralised soldiers could recover the monster was already acting again. The spherical, purple domain flickered and expanded outwards as the monster charged

spell before, the powerful domain type spell that had brought the enemy to their knees. What was this purple mana? What type of magic is this? She'd never heard

comprehend magic in the way this creature had. To

how strong would this single ant become? Queen Verita narrowed her eyes. She didn't think she wanted to find

Regix broke ranks and fled before one ant! If the Queen hadn't seen it herself she would have felt she had

no longer be able to run, only slaughter would await them. Though there was no visible change the moment the spell began to function everyone watching could see it. The bodies of the soldiers sagged to the ground as if pressed down by a mountain. Those who were still able to keep their feet did so only by exerting extreme effort, their faces going

no way they could resist what was to

snapped back to alertness and turned to

distance! Be sure to stay the hell out of that

down on

amazement, their eyes afire with deep emotions. They could not participate as none had mastered

expression grew ugly. She could not believe her eyes. How could one piss weak ant, legendary for being the weakest individual monster in the Dungeon, be devastating the highly trained soldiers she had brought with such efforts. How long had it taken her to weave this plot together? The months

ambassador. "What the hell is happening Andron?" she raged at him, "your

soldiers being torn apart had rocked his mind, he could barely think, let alone speak.