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.

be entirely 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

they arrive?" Enid asked,

may never have been a soldier,

reaches us. Could be a lot less if they decide to pick up the pace as they reach the

the monsters. Morrelia choked back a laugh as she watched the older woman. Enid looked as if she were staring at dog that had spread mud on her

we’ll have to get our people in position then. Is

ever be, ma’am," Isaac chipped in, flashing a broad

man had been on the charm offensive the moment he’d met Enid. If the age difference were any less severe, Morrelia would have suspected him of ulterior motives, as it was she believed

troops," Morrelia grunted before she leapt down from the rampart and jogged toward the shaded

gave her an intimidating air that was only heightened by the plethora of weapons that graced her form. Her bow,

trees. Looking at their tired faces, Morrelia mentally kicked herself. She had to continuously remind herself that she wasn’t

were willing. When she beat them down, they stood up.

edge. Morrelia herself had barely slept in the past week, snatching a few hours here and there. She was used to it however, broken sleep like this was standard practice when on a delve. The villagers had no such tolerance and once the training had been declared over, they’d collapsed in a

now. You did everything you could, let’s see if it was enough to

a

USELESS SACKS OF SICK! THERE’S BLOOD TO BE SPILLED

distant trees, returning to thunder in the ears of the unfortunate villagers a second time as they 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 up in

that on the rampart someone was

instructor to shame," Isaac sighed as he watched Morrelia’s distant form, her shout

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