Chrysalis

Our mission is divine. Passed down through the centuries from our forebears who were fortunate enough to hear the words of the great one. To complete the circle, to finish the work that was begun but never completed. Only then can the path be opened and the way to a greater existence be made manifest.

What is this world, with its endless trials and monsters, but purgatory? This is not where we are meant to be. This is not a place where anyone belongs. Only at one point in history was it possible for our lord to reach out to us, to enlighten us to the truth. Our society was told many secrets which we recorded in the Book of Red Truth.

Since that initial communication, we have not heard from our master, but messages have been passed through intermediaries and we know that progress has been made.

Nineteen is not enough. Twenty are required. There are those with potential out there, we have seen them, found them. If we can raise one up, lift it to the pinnacle that is required, then the circle will close and the way will be opened.

We are everywhere, in all nations and amongst all peoples. It is only a matter of time.

From the writings on the Red Truth, Author Unknown.

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Victor was struggling.

her and her siblings, about tactics, about preserving lives, her instincts had been clear. Ants would fight

if that generic plan had any holes in it. When the Eldest had insisted that every ant, every soldier and worker, be given the utmost opportunity to survive, she'd listened but

those ants needed to be preserved to the best of your ability. You

that gave Victor the most stress, was that she was starting to care. She'd seen it already in the others, in Wills most of all. Every ant in the colony would happily die for the sake of the family, but now they were reaching a point where

had brought many blessings to the species but it also meant a shift in behaviours and attitudes. Victor just wished that

from the front?" she turned to one of her aides

shook her body slightly, intimidated at

acolytes appeared at the front line and began a spell offensive against our skirmish forces. We've had multiple accounts of the acolytes appearing from thin air, the scouts suspect some advanced kind of magic is

They'd been worried about

not wanting to hear the

groups were destroyed before the general

real shame of it. Their numbers would be replenished shortly, in fact, only twenty casualties meant that their numbers would increase when the next wave of soldiers arrived, but Victor could no longer think of it as the dead

in the colony and Victor could hope that they knew what they were

to speak to Wills, do you know where she

had the scout

that the scouts' operations tended to work smoothly but it also meant

her. You hold here and inform me of any developments

soldier saluted