Chrysalis

Having a smaller ant crawl all over my carapace is kind of ticklish and I was frankly a little glad when Smithant was finally finished with her work. I could tell she was pumped up, she was practically radiating the same level of energy as the hatchling by the time she was done. Without so much as a 'thanks for dropping in' she rushed about, starting gathering ingots and scratching designs into the ground with her claw before we'd even left the room.

We took our leave and now find ourselves just outside the mana research section of the mage quarters. Here it is that teams of mages along with distinguished members of the other castes put their minds to the great problems of the age, such as how the hell does one unlock spatial magic? How do those frickin' gates work? What is the most effective magic for a fully trained team of ants to use to annihilate their foes? Among others. The other key area for research is enchanting, the Colony having made massive strides in this department since the early days. The proof of that is in the incredible pudding that I've witnessed on this tour. The sheer amount and variety of enchantments that have been employed is stunning to me.

Clearly those ants who are dedicated to this area of study have been raising the rank of their Skills like crazy. I wonder what on earth Smithant is going to be able to make for me in the end? My hopes are getting higher the more I consider it.

"What's this place?" the hatchling asks as we approach the new section, the spicy tang of fire, ice and other elements brushing against my antennae the closer we come.

"This is where the smartest and most insane ants of the Colony come to unlock the secrets of mana!"

"Smarter than me?" she appears doubtful.

THWACK!

"Of course they're smarter than you," I scold the hatchling as she rubs the top of her head with one claw, "you just hatched. Tiny is probably smarter than you."

"He is not!" she flares up.

research. Mostly mage ants and carvers in here, though there are plenty of others mixed in when there's a need. Healers are frequent visitors, for example. Nobody has more expertise with healing and restorative magic than they do, obviously, and their services are often required to help repair damage from experiments that…

"Does that happen often?"

so I'm told.

"I can't wait!"

is so thick you can almost taste it. Sparks fly from one room, belching flames from another, ice cold winds

staggering, taking in all that the dregs of the wave has to offer. Looking closely, it's almost as if some of these

I'll say desk in the centre of the chamber sits a rather important looking ant busily scanning through what I

documents to one side before turning back to

giving me access to their impressions even as I watch them react to my being here. Quite a few are hoping I'm here to help them with their project, or admire the work that they've already done. I don't think I can be of much help, considering that when it comes to actual meta-knowledge of the

antennae in and have a look at what's going on. I'm showing the hatchling here what

she manage to identify that moment and take advantage of it so precisely? I hope she doesn't become an unnamed one, she'd have godly skills of catching people off guard. I quick

her," I tell the flustered receptionant and

reassembled in all of its glory here for the Colony to work on. Where the heck is she? I

the receptionant says from behind me after having followed in my wake, "this continues to stump the finest minds we have in the Colony, I'm afraid. Despite having found the correct matrix to draw mana into the gate mechanism itself, without any understanding of how to

about this?" I ask

her mandibles with pride, "I have

mage, who's probably the most knowledgeable of all

tell me a little more about this project?" I ask as I scan the room