Chrysalis

Chapter 243

Nineteen of the Ancients rose during the Cataclysm, The Rending. They were nurtured in the heart of this world, the oldest beings of the Dungeon, they were old long before the Dungeon broke the surface. In darkness they had battled whilst the people of the surface were taking the first steps on the path to civilisation.

Their power was overwhelming. None could stand before them, when they moved, cities fell, nations crumbled and people died. Like immutable law they were heedless of the plight of mortals, more akin to the forces of nature than creatures.

We record their sacred names here, that future generations might fear and venerate them as they deserve.

Yarrum the Eternal Worm.

Theorazzn of the Decaying World.

Syssernix the Dark Spear.

Morribolg of the Fetid Earth.

Carriflare the Hell Flame.

Rigorite the Mountain Breaker.

Tarriflyx the Hunger.

Arconidem the Demon God.

Zothoth who Feasts on Sanity.

Torra the Dread Dog.

Gon the Sightless Freak.

Yolesh the Ever Dying.

Lerrewyn the Grasping Tree.

Horgran the Butcher.

Perrianon of Blood.

Kygar the Storm Bringer.

Ruminominex Shaper of Earth.

who Froze the

Father

from 'The Gods of Rending' in the imperial Library

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day. I've been steadily making my way towards the area my two pets are active, trying together knots

into her unending maw of eldritch terror and in general

looking Lion Ogre charged at her, its heavy feet thundering

out, Crinis!]

and heavy had to be lighting it up like a firework. Before it can grasp her,

CRASH!

shaking the earth so hard that several nearby monsters lose their feet. Despite hitting the ground so hard, the monster is largely unharmed. Snarling, the beast tries to rip at

the monster, holding its wrists and torso. Crinis isn't strong enough to win a contest of strength against something as physically imposing as a Lion Ogre, certainly not one of this size,

barbs. The tiny, hooked blades but back and forth at incredible speeds and by

by distended fangs that is her mouth, and clamps it down on her foes

display is made even more horrific by the fact that she's still got tentacles out harvesting monsters around her, even as she takes on this big fish. I think her fear skill is kicking into effect actually, several creatures nearby are looking decidedly

you, Crinis. You're alright

doing but if I angle my body just right she falls into one of my more blurry patches of vision and I'm spared

to ache from repeatedly using my biting skills. I've had the mana flowing into my mandibles for some time

cut my way

They aren't smart enough to reason through the situation, so rather than try and move together, they just run about, smacking into the monsters around them

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