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!

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

[Termites!] Crinis yells.

truth, they seem just as surprised to see us as we are to see them, but that doesn't stop

as I dash forwards hoping to catch the termite on my right by surprise

many

still can't sense underground through the

get cornered! If things get too spicy we'll have to back out and retreat

ROAR!

the termites as he swings with colossal force, his fists tearing through the air to

CHOMP!

I close in on my chosen target, catching it across 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

don't have the luxury of pinning this termite down for my

on thin air, only to be met with my ferocious

You might 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

hot in

she bats away the

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

between trying to put the fire out and punish us for setting it off. I see a few

stay here for long,] I warn the others as I ready my mandibles for another chomp. [Let's clean up a