Chrysalis

[Run, run, run!] I holler at the others as we continue to sprint through the mould covered forest.

It really is obnoxious to run through this mess. There's mould beneath us, beside us and crawling up the trees to cover the canopy above us. It's like being in a suffocating winter wonderland except far more horrifying. Especially now that some of it is on fire.

[I don't think more fire will be a good idea, Master!] Crinis suggests as we race through the terrain.

[We might need another distraction soon. Starting a small fire will get the termites off our trail.]

[Won't it just bring more of them?] Sarah demands.

[I mean, yes. But also, yes…]

They be distracted though…

Perhaps that's still not good enough.

[No more fires,] Sarah tells me firmly, [we can think of something else.]

[Hmph. You're just worried about the fungus spores getting inside you,] I mutter.

[I hadn't even thought of that! Anthony!]

[Breathe it in deep. That's the sweet smell of fungus country.]

should never have come

bright side. When the termites are defeated we can remove the mould from this

alright, the aphids

wouldn't let it run wild and out of

the trail?] Sarah asks, sounding a little panicked as we continue to blast through the termite’s

confirm, [it's getting stronger even.

of relief from the giant bear as she heaves for air. She may be a somewhat delicate flower internally, but externally she is all beef. Her legs are thicker than a person

somehow,] I tell her, [how do you even last

berserk,] she snaps, [that

Oh, right.

here and now,] I hastily assure her. My antennae waggle furiously as I

really tell how many. Tiny bounds along in my wake, suffering much like Sarah is in this long distance sprint, Invidia perched on his back like a nightmarish bat, green eye blazing with energy as he surveys the land. We rush through a cluster of trees, blasting away the mould that had

vast yawning chasm has been carved into the rock, the trees cleared for hundreds of metres in all directions. Like a passageway into the pit of

nest. The

You could fit the main nest

of the tunnel a tight gathering of ants can be seen, the large form of Vibrant zipping here and there amongst them. It's too bad they aren't alone. Not only are they swarmed by a host of termites, which is bad

are pinning them here, using shields and spells to lock Vibrant and her group into a fight

Not. Acceptable.

Tiny who is only too

an ear shattering roar that shakes the trees around us. Then he's off, bounding across the mould covered stone, his fists cracking

him alive and blow up everything I don't

[Even the lizardsssss?]

[Especially them.]