Chrysalis

Suffer not the termite to live.

• Excerpt from 'Wisdom of the Eldest'

[No, we don't need to get settled or any such thing. We came to kill termites, lead us to the front, we are keen to begin the work,] I tell the Grove Keeper, who seems a little disconcerted.

[You should adapt to the mana level before fighting,] he warns me, his slow, deep tones ringing in my head. [You aren't used to what it's like on this level. It can affect this in strange ways.]

He's not wrong about the mana level, it feels as if it's so thick I could swim in it. My legs are on fire, sucking incredibly dense energy out of the ground, which isn't even the Dungeon, I'm just pulling it from the roots of the Mother Tree! What it feels like to actually step on the Dungeon floor where the veins are present… I can't begin to imagine.

[My people hunger to taste termite and even I may not be able to hold them back,] I confess to the large wooden figure, [it is best that you lead us to the enemy, otherwise we will run there on our own.]

He frowns down at me.

your kind were

never seen an insect fight another insect? Best not

honest, within myself also. The termite! They're so close now! The hated enemy, the war that has lasted

us away from the settlement and the nervously peeking bruan'chii who watched a force

an endless maze that plunged into the heart of the world. The sheer size and scale of the mother tree seemed endless, but at

taken a toll on my people and now the Mother will not allow us to fight. She takes on the burden herself, but mighty as she is, she is

enemy was specifically designed to fight her,] I point out, [and for some reason I feel like your mother isn't as good at fighting

Keeper eyes

mighty,] he assures

evolutionary energy did it take for her to be able to create children of her own

does not reply, but I don't really notice, the termites

like you've never seen before. Remember, there are only two things that you need to do: stay alive, kill termites. In that order. Am I

reply, but I can feel ten thousand thrums of agreement through the Vestibule. There will be no energy wasted on scent when the enemy is so close at

of the tree are still present, breaking through the dirt here and there, splitting and winding into smaller widths the further we travel. Soon I begin to notice segments of root that have been chewed on, clear evidence of the termite presence. The tree is regenerating the damage, but slowly, judging by the various wounds I see. It's possible the termites are using some kind of