Chrysalis

Arranging a meeting between two cult members wasn't easy, especially given the current conditions between the Colony and the Ka'armodo. Granin grumbled at a constant rate as he and his fellow triad members trekked across the dangerous terrain of the third stratum. It was a testament to how wild the land was in this layer of the Dungeon that even the Colony, with its enormous numbers, intelligent approach, and absurd dedication, hadn't been able to construct countermeasures to ward off the never ending spawns. The best they could do was prune and manage the higher tier demons that still roamed the wastes between cities.

The Demon Raising program that the ants had launched was another initiative that Granin had followed closely. Raising demons to be strong and efficient in their builds to use as pets was hardly anything new, Invidia had been a perfect example of the practice, though some disregarded them due to their odd habits. Mass producing high quality demons on the scale the Colony was? He was almost certain it had never been done. After all, why would anyone bother? Nobody needed that many pets, and wild demons were liable to do whatever their obsession demanded of them. They were far from reliable allies.

Only the Colony had been able to harness the demons so effectively, probably because they allowed the third stratum natives to be themselves for the most part, whilst still surrounding them with an overwhelming structure of authority. If he had the time, he'd love to research that work more deeply. The demons were another group of monsters that needed more research. Although, come to think of it, the Red Truth had probably done plenty.

And not shared it.

"Did we really need to come all the way out here?" Corun asked.

Granin turned to the young shaper.

"Do you think we can wander over to a city controlled by the lizards and have a friendly chat right now? There's significant risk for the other party too. Think about it for a moment."

"I can't imagine how it feels for someone with soft skin to walk around out here," Torrina observed.

With the constant tongues of flame, ash and smoke that filled the air in the third, it was certainly an inhospitable place. Protected by the hard minerals that coated them, the three golgari didn't have to worry too much about the environment, even if it was uncomfortably warm.

"Let the humans worry about that. The ants, Ka'armodo and us have other things to worry about. In fact, the lizards absolutely love this stratum. The heat makes them all fuzzy inside."

[Being cold blooded has that effect on a being.]

The mind connection snapped into place with such ease that Granin almost didn't notice it until the bridge was formed. He rolled his eyes. They always had to show off.

[Are you planning on showing yourself or are we doing this full clandestine?] Granin drawled.

[Remaining hidden will be the wiser path in our current circumstances. I'm sure you understand.]

[That's fine, but I want to include the rest of my triad in the conversation. You're sharing this with your retainers, are you not?]

[… that is acceptable.]

to extend the existing bridge to Corun and Torrina, allowing

Corun and Torrina. To

you?]

[Shut up.]

hearty belly laugh. If letting Corun make fun of him helped to loosen the Ka'armodo's tongue, then he would tolerate it, for

call me out here. Frankly, I'm not even sure how

of the Red Truth have many means. It wasn't overly

need the pointless 'my cult is better than your cult' rubbish. Out with it. What did

There was a pause.

Arconidem's arse,]

railed against

for the Demon God! You can't possibly expect me to

there is no way it can beat the worm that wrapped around

to an

given that they shared essentially the same

and

want to say? I presume it has something to

is he?]

fact, injured, though I expect he will be fully healed

happened?] Corun

did,] Rassan'tep replied, a

slowly clenched

you saying?] he

that hint of amusement over

little too close and was forced to defend myself from him.

obtain. They were almost as stubborn and puffed up with hubris as

Granin relaxed.

must be quite angry with your

race. This venture was a horrific idea from the beginning and the execution