Chrysalis

I strain. I push. I fight with every fibre of muscle and every strand of brain matter to get my body to move forward! Nothing. As an experiment I try to move backwards and find no resistance, but once I move forward again, no dice. I'm frozen in place as long as I attempt to move forward.

This is crazy! The Dungeon is basically refusing to let me walk forwards?! Are you telling me I don't have control of my own limbs?

Dammit, Gandalf! Get your scrawny wizard backside out here and explain this. I won't take another step until this unpleasant phenomenon is spelled out to me. I mean… I can't take another step… but that's not the point!

[Master? Is everything alright?]

I realise then that my comrades have been watching me skuttle backwards and forwards, straining against an invisible barrier in front of the gate for over a minute now. I can imagine it doesn't look at all that sane, prompting Crinis to check in with me.

[I, uh, seem to be experiencing technical difficulties?] I reply.

Crinis is confused.

[I'm not sure what you mean. Is there a problem?]

[In a sense. I can't walk forward.]

[You can't?] She extends a tentacle forward toward the gate and meets no resistance. [I don't think anything is there?]

[This is a little hard to explain. It feels like the Dungeon itself is preventing me from going through the gate. As if it refuses to let me move somewhere that's going to take me up a stratum.]

[The Dungeon isn't letting you move?]

[Yeah, it sounds weird, I know.]

[CONTEMPTIBLE DUNGEON! UNHAND THE MASTER!]

Exploding with wrath, the tentacled shadow-mass unleashes her fury upon the Dungeon. In the literal sense. Stones fly and the bark beneath us splinters as Crinish lashes out blindly. Tiny, witnessing this chaos, naturally does the first thing that pops into his head, which is to join in. Chunks of wood start flying everywhere as the giant ape joyously smashes his mighty fists into the root beneath his feet.

it off, both of you. That's not the Dungeon, that's the Mother

friends restrain themselves, Tiny much more reluctantly than Crinis. A Grove Keeper stomps over, a rare expression of anger plastered on his face. I reach out to him with my mind before he can

mean to attack the Mother Tree at

one bit and he

brush off this attack so brazenly? Hmmmmm. There must be a

we hardly chipped the bark, don't get your logs soggy,] I retort, [besides, since you're here I have a question for

she help you?] the

be dead if I wasn't

to that. Still bristling with anger the Grove Keeper turns toward the bushes and engages in

most displeased at her roots being disturbed. What is your

Dungeon is preventing me from moving through the gate. Does

Dungeon,

get it. Talk to

be honest the inability to walk where I want to walk is freaking me out more than I'm letting on. Not being able to go back up a stratum is one thing, I kind of expected that to happen as I kept evolving, but this constant tug dragging me downwards is something else entirely. Now that I'm aware of

explain why I was so eager

at the answer we get back. [The Call. She says that many monsters have felt it at one time or another, even Mother for a brief time. She believes that any monster with the potential to become the final Ancient

mean the Dungeon itself has acknowledged me or something? I don't want it, the Dungeon

experienced it herself? But doesn't now? What

an

to her current form, sacrificing much of her potential to

useless options during an

[Hmmm. Useless?]

Useless in the 'becoming an Ancient' sense. I like you branchies, always have,

a long look before he

said all she wishes to say on this matter. Please refrain from

totally

they start to extend past me to throttle the Keeper

[Ha-ha! Friends!]