Chrysalis

"Well, isn't this the plops."

Isaac Bird looked out over the vast, smoke filled expanse of the third stratum and sighed. After his first trip here, he wasn't sure he'd ever be back, and yet here he was, back fighting alongside an increasingly fanatic band of mostly human ant worshipers. His first battle in the demon layer had been a whirlwind tour of death that nearly got his head separated from his shoulders. The fact that it culminated in a climactic battle that nearly got the Great One killed was just the icing on the cake. The whole thing had been catastrophically dangerous from the get go, and yet he'd come back without hesitation.

The things he did for love.

He was stronger now than he'd ever been before, by a long shot. The constant fighting, be it in battles against waves, or regular patrols within colony territory, had netted him bucket loads of experience and driven his spear skills to new heights. He was a better, more capable soldier than he'd ever been. Even so, he couldn't help but feel that his goal was getting away from him.

From the last he'd heard, Morrelia had retreated with the Legion and was now deep underground somewhere, in who knew what layer of the Dungeon, doing whatever it was the Legion did down there.

Unless he missed his mark, she was most likely doing whatever she needed to in order to move forward. That's what she did.

When he recalled those fiery eyes, her strong powerful build and those soft… fiery eyes, he just couldn’t pretend he wouldn't do anything to see her again. To stand at her side.

Which led to his current dilemma.

"There you are Isaac, what are you doing hanging out here? You weren't going to jump were you?"

Isaac turned to see Derrick jogging over to him with one hand raised in greeting.

"No I'm not going to jump, you moronic plop sweeper. Don't joke about such things."

Derrick ducked his heed and grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry. You just don't see many of us hanging around near the edge. For obvious reasons."

The sheer drop of several kilometres being the obvious reason. The Colony really should put up a fence… although gripping the edge wasn't something they really had to worry about, the ants regularly walked right off the edge and underneath the plate.

face. "This is as close as we get down here to a sky, so I wanted to take it in. Helps

The call came in from the command hill. We're

You can't be

know when not

hard stare

was another attempt at a joke I'll have you on

sir. Can't in fact. Lost my

"Good. You'll live longer."

though it was clear Derrick was becoming increasingly impatient. Isaac ignored his fidgeting for a

the men. Are

"Not yet."

platform again?" Isaac's

of a gleaming, iridescent plate made of mana. The whole thing gave him the willies. Still,

prepared

half an ear as the instructions were rattled off without pause. He still couldn't help but feel amused when the former bouncer for an inn acted in such a professional manner, but he should be used to it by now. In truth, what had begun as a ragtag group of former town guards and militia running into the Dungeon to help the ants had grown to be a professional outfit

to help. Unable to keep up on patrols, panicking at the first sign of monsters. Even Isaac, with his limited Dungeon exposure, had been one of the more experienced members back then. It was the Colony that had helped them, more than the other way

had a fanatical army ready

the squad and make sure they get their gear packed and stowed properly this time. If Leon forgets

in command nodded but hesitated before

"You aren't coming?"

got some business I need

"Okay. Good luck."

"Thanks."

in whenever they wanted. It was the overall atmosphere that people found intimidating. The ants did not find it odd or unusual to be climbing all over each other in cramped tunnels or

wanted to achieve his

city the moment the battle had ended, that way they could better coordinate the arrangements within the newly conquered city. It was still impressive, the hill was

non-ant entrance. A mage on duty quickly connected