Chrysalis

The fungus rattles around us and every member of the group stills themselves, casting our senses about to identify the source of the movement.

[Crinis? You got anything?]

[It's difficult for me to see,] the usually reserved Crinis sounds frustrated and irritated, [the fungus has a mana signature that blocks my sight.]

Dammit.

[What about shadows? Are you seeing anything around us?]

[I think there are tunnels beneath us, but it's hard to say.]

That's not unexpected, considering where we are, I have little doubt that the termites have tunnels beneath us and all over this mountain for that matter.

[Stay sharp everyone. I think we might have company soon.]

The fungus continues to rattle and shake as I eye it warily, my minds already spinning up the constructs necessary to fight. I decide to start pumping out fire mana, since it seems like it'll have the biggest effect on the mould around us as well as on whatever comes out to fight.

The rattling all around us continues to intensify before it suddenly grows still, the five of us left watching the field of white in perfect silence.

SNAP!

something beneath us breaks before the fungus begins to bulge in certain

[Termites!] Crinis yells.

fungus and their antennae swivelling wildly. In truth, they seem just as surprised to see us as we are to see them, but that doesn't stop either side from rushing

lock into position as I dash forwards hoping to catch the termite on my right by surprise as it emerges from below

how many

I'm not sure! I still

and fight for now, but don't let yourself get cornered! If things get too spicy we'll have to back out and retreat to safety over the

ROAR!

force, his fists tearing through the air to crunch into the chitin covered insects, shattering their shells and sending them

CHOMP!

the head as it doesn't turn in time to get its jaws between itself and me. With a satisfying crunch the barbs on my mandibles punch through its shell, but without activating my skills, a single bite isn't enough to put one of these creatures down. Chittering with indignation, my opponent tries to pull back and snap onto my front left leg. In a normal fight between ants and other social insects, the battle for the legs is everything. With huge numbers available on both sides, fighting one on one is basically unheard of, instead teams will try to gang up on an individual, latching onto their limbs and holding them down so others can move in for the finishing

have the luxury of pinning this termite down for my ant allies to finish off,

it corrects its balance, its jaws snapping shut on thin air, only to be met with my ferocious charge a second later.

it stands. What I don't expect is for the flame to instantly spread to the mould, melting it like wax even as

getting hot in

you do?!] Sarah wails as she bats away

don't know!] I cry. [How was I supposed to

than the sudden conflagration is the reaction of our termite opponents. The sudden ignition of their garden sends them into a frenzy as they alternate between trying to put the fire out and punish us for setting it off. I see a few of them duck back underground and rush off through the tunnels, doubtless going to get help

my mandibles for another chomp. [Let's