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!

before the fungus begins to bulge in certain places, pushing upward as something

[Termites!] Crinis yells.

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 forward as soon as they realise

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

how many are

sure! I still can't sense underground through

but don't let yourself get cornered! If things get too spicy we'll have

ROAR!

his frightening mass towering over the termites as he swings with colossal force, his fists tearing through the air to crunch into the chitin

CHOMP!

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,

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

air, only to be met with my ferocious charge a second later. The impact

be born on the sixth stratum but even you can't handle my shiny glory! Unwilling to play with it any further, I spin up the mana I've kept in reserve and unleash a torrent of blue flame, roasting the termite where it stands. What I don't expect is for the flame to instantly spread to the mould, melting it like wax even as it catches fire. If it were

hot

the heck did you do?!] Sarah wails as she bats away the termites who try to

cry. [How was I supposed to know this stuff was so

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

I warn the others as I ready my mandibles for another