Chrysalis

We slaughtered a heck of a lot of monsters in the third ambush. By abusing the limitations of the control used on the monsters we continuously charged, battled, retreated and recovered until our entire force was battled out and exhausted from the slaughter, unable to keep up with the last retreating monsters. Even Tiny had collapsed to the ground, punched out.

Soldiers had been lost, of course. Fighting meant casualties and I would just have to get used to the idea. Even when including the scouts that we'd lost, a third of the number committed, the losses versus the damage inflicted looked fantastic for the colony. Not only had thousands more monsters been killed, but the experience and Biomass would be claimed by the colony in full. Enough Biomass for every soldier who participated in the battle to pump their evolutions up and empower them for the next fight.

I myself just slumped to the ground once the fighting was done, trusting that some ants would keep a lookout and slipped directly into torpor, only to awaken a few hours later with a developing issue.

My core! So empty! The gnawing feeling of my energy bleeding into the air was starting to cause that sharp pain I had become all too familiar with. I brought up my status and looked at how much mana remained inside my core. Down to under ten MP! I'd gone all out in the battle so it shouldn't be a surprise but yikes, that'd been close!

No time to lose!

[Tiny, Crinis, are you around?]

[Yes, Master.]

[Zzzzzzzzz.]

[… Tiny, food.]

[Arruah!?]

Damned ape.

need to leave and recharge our cores as soon as possible, stuff your faces as best you can and

forest floor and started shovelling food into my mouth. Once my first stomach was filled, I diligently switched

tier

Four more points and I'll achieve my first fully

in order to charge up my core. The poor saps where in charge of disposing of the Colony's dead and it

super important that they be as spotless as possible. To that end the ants would undergo many behaviours to ensure a squeaky clean nest: grooming themselves constantly to remove

respectable distance from the nest itself and it's in this place that the workers would carry the waste of the colony. The poop would go here, the bits

my colony here on Pangera, we haven't had many dead to worry about so it's not been much

us at the moment, but since

since I had to carry Crinis and her void stomach. How much she could fit in there I've no idea but since she weighs more than I do it must be a ton! My stick-like legs are shaking holding up the balloon of infinite hunger. I vowed to myself that after my evolution I'd beef my legs up to the point where carrying three Crinis's wouldn't

the food in our systems and doing… whatever it did with it, still no idea where the waste went (perhaps our digestive system is faultless and

once again. It's getting close! And my more physical battle skills had also seen a significant amount of growth. Hours of solid battling would do

Name: Anthony

Level: 37 (Special core)

Might: 41

Toughness: 29

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