Chrysalis

Chapter 371

In the distance, a rising tide of fangs, claws and flesh approached. When Morrelia squinted, she could make out the individual forms of the monsters as they undulated across the land and between the trees. There didn’t seem to be an end to the horde. They spread. Like water pooling over the floor from a spilled cup, until they filled the space in front of her.

It wouldn’t be long until they lapped up against the fortifications the villagers had erected and the battle would begin in earnest.

"I’m still not certain we shoulda put ourselves so close to our ’neighbours’," Isaac muttered.

Morrelia rolled her eyes.

"You spent several days with their leader and came home just fine. Do you really think they’re going to eat us?"

The former guard shifted uncomfortably.

"I’m jus’ sayin’ we might want to on our guard once the fightin’ is done. Maybe we look appetising at that point."

"If we live to see the end of this battle, there’ll be tens of thousands of dead monsters right over there. I don’t think they’ll need to turn on us for food," Morrelia pointed out before turning her back on the man.

Despite his experience in the field with Anthony, he still had difficulty overcoming his instincts to distrust monsters.

Not that he’s entirely wrong about that.

sure why she wasn’t afraid of the colony of strange ants, or their stranger spokes...ant. She just ... wasn’t. She was cautious of them, always cautious, but not afraid. Perhaps she was just losing her edge. Or, more likely, grabbing onto whatever piece of debris she could reach after a

they arrive?" Enid asked, walking up behind

face the leader of the human village and nodded her head respectfully. Enid may never have been

less than an hour before the main body of the horde reaches us. Could be a lot less if they decide to pick up the pace as

a laugh as she watched the older woman. Enid looked as if she were staring at dog that had spread mud on her carpet rather

people in position then.

ever be, ma’am," Isaac

suspected him of ulterior motives, as it was she believed he was simply accustomed

Morrelia grunted before she leapt down from the

intimidating air that was only heightened by the plethora of weapons that graced her form. Her bow, dual blades, knives strapped to her forearms and sheathed in her boots. Morrelia was ready for

She had to continuously remind herself that she wasn’t

When she beat them down, they stood up. When she drilled them to exhaustion, they wanted more.

such determination, how could she hold back? In the past week, every able bodied refugee had been pushed to the edge of their tolerance and then a little further. Constant practice in the village, constant delves into the Dungeon, had brought everyone to the edge. Morrelia herself had barely

could, let’s see if it was

drew a

OF SICK! THERE’S BLOOD TO BE SPILLED AND SURE AS HELL IT ISN’T

responded instantly to her call. Sleep was rubbed out of eyes and limbs were stretched as the men and women she had trained picked themselves

did she know that on the rampart someone was having a very different

to shame," Isaac sighed as he watched Morrelia’s

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