Chrysalis

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.

Froze the

Father of

'The Gods of Rending' in the imperial Library

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situation, I can see that Crinis is having a field day. I've been steadily making my way towards the area my two pets are active, trying together knots of monsters and hitting the

unending maw of eldritch terror and in general threshing the wheat that these

mighty looking Lion Ogre charged at her, its heavy feet thundering into the ground as the

Crinis!]

the creature through her tremor sense. Something that large and heavy had to be lighting it up like a firework. Before it can grasp her, ten tentacles explode out of her main body

CRASH!

their feet. Despite hitting the ground so hard, the monster is

and winding around 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

unleashes her barbs. The tiny, hooked blades but back and forth at incredible speeds and by the looks of things,

level of existential terror, Crinis unfolds her main body, exposing the black, empty void ringed by distended fangs that is her mouth, and clamps it down on her foes shoulder, tearing

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

Crinis. You're alright in

turn myself around. It's hard for me not to be able see what she's doing but if I angle my body just right she falls into one of my more blurry patches of vision and I'm spared the full details

the mana flowing into my mandibles for some time already, improving my cutting power but eventually I'm going to

start to cut my way out of the horde, moving towards the

so rather than try and move together, they just run about, smacking into the monsters around them and then getting pulled back together. The groups I stuck to the ground are even more debilitated. The further they get from the point I targeted,