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!

later something beneath us breaks before the fungus begins to bulge in certain places, pushing upward as something

[Termites!] Crinis yells.

reveal the massive insects bursting through, their jaws filled with more 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

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

how many

still can't sense underground through the

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

ROAR!

fists tearing through

CHOMP!

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 ants and other social insects,

this termite down for my ant allies to finish

bug staggering back, its six legs flailing as it corrects its balance, its jaws snapping shut on thin air, only to be met with

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 only that, perhaps it wouldn't be much of

getting hot

Sarah wails as she bats away

I supposed to know this stuff was

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.

ready my mandibles for another chomp. [Let's clean up a little and then make