Chrysalis

[DIEEEEEE!] Crinis shrieks as she continues her furious tentacle assault, one that is matched by the dark flower in its intensity.

Their conflict looks like nothing quite so much as an enormous pile of shoelaces actively tying themselves into knots. That interaction takes a darker turn in seconds as both sets of shoelaces suddenly extend differing but equally savage barbs that start to tear into each other with abandon.

The tunnel reverberates with the sound of buzzing and rending as the two shadow creatures start slicing each other apart. Their shadow flesh is curiously pliable and doesn't offer much resistance to the cutting force as bits and pieces of both start to litter the floor.

[Crinis?! Are you okay there?!]

[DIE! DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEEEEEEEEEE!] is all I get in response.

Holy moly! She has dived right off the deep end!

I need to assist. Not that I think Crinis will lose in this JellyMaw showdown. I just want to ensure that she doesn't get too torn up in the process. Indeed, already she's begun sprouting new tentacles to replaces those that have been lost and those limbs whip through the air to battle alongside their brethren in the great tangle.

From my precarious position on the ceiling I can see the shadow flower extend limbs like roots across the floor of the tunnel, burrowing into the soil, but I also manage to see the creatures own shadow deepening to black darker than night.

At that moment I make use of my new and improved business district to fire my sizzling product at the enemy!

POW! POW! POW!

How do you like that for an express delivery?! The acidic fluid rockets through the air fast enough to produce a piercing whistle, and the flower, not ten metres away from me, recoils as if struck by stones when my projectiles strike home. At that speed I suppose the liquid would feel rather solid, I hadn't thought of that. Though less splashy than usual, I'm happy to see that the acid still gums up and starts burning its way through the shadow flesh of the flower at a prodigious rate.

POW! POW! POW!

Plenty more where that came from, you offensive rose of death! And I mean, plenty more. With the full weight of my new production system back there, my acid has once again become the potent weapon it was when I'd first been born.

Ah, the nostalgia is real. Back when I was so weak that everything I saw was a threat and ranged combat was my only viable path to victory. The memories, the terrifying, harrowing memories. Things have come along way since those days, thank Gandalf.

truly important. Quenching the white hot rage that appears to be

means. It writhes in pain, a hundred tendrils coiling around itself to shield it from my wrath. Not likely,

attached to the ceiling, but I'm able to scurry forward to bring myself closer to the creature, just as Crinis completes

for me to

Omen Chomp!

of stamina drains away as the nightmarish dark mandibles manifest before me and slice through the air. Shadow flesh isn't the toughest stuff in the world to start with and in the face

dark void within. I have to admit, the Flower puts up a valiant defence.

sense, my suspicion is confirmed. The creature has penetrated tentacles deep into the ground and is sucking mana up at a furious rate. In fact, that might explain its prodigious capacity to create shadow flesh. If the creature had some sort of capacity

a second…

not a rare but pushing the upper limits of special, for sure. I can't shake the feeling that this creature is a little more carefully put together than the Dungeons

Crinis!]

Too late.

as her maw opens

imagine, the sort of thing dark gods whisper to each

done, Tiny and I stood looking down at the now shrunken Crinis who appears to be covering herself with tentacles in order to shield herself from what she

[Crinis…]

[Don't look at me!]

[…]

[I've disgraced myself!]

[You really haven't.]

[I lost control!]

if I haven't. Let's not mention

in solemn

of your words, Master. Please disregard this disgusting

[That's isn't -]