Chrysalis

Mother looks at me, a twinge of amusement in her eyes as her antennae continue to hover threateningly. I swear she gets far more enjoyment than she should by whacking me on the head. I'm not sure I've ever seen her hit someone else, to be honest. It's not fair!

"Mother. It's lovely to see you as always, I'm just surprised is all. I thought you were very comfortable in the main nest."

"I experienced some issues due to a lack of mana. It was tolerable and I was happy to remain, but now that a secure nest has been constructed in this stratum, there is no reason I shouldn't move down and take up residence here."

"The fact that the Colony is at war in this layer wouldn't have anything to do with it?"

The Queen isn't fazed by my question and replies forthrightly.

"Of course if my children are fighting then I should help. Isn't that normal?"

"I suppose it is," I sigh.

Though I doubt the rest of the Colony were happy with her decision. In fact, the guards crawling all around are throwing me dirty looks for agreeing with her. What do you want me to do? Nobody is going to tell the Queen what to do, least of all me! If I suggest she try and look after herself, all that's going to happen is I get smacked in the head. Still, I suppose I should try.

"Just… try to be careful? A bit? The family would be sad if anything were to happen to you."

"Of course, child. I do not intend to needlessly throw my life away, but I have the ability to help, so I shall."

She looks at me as if I'm a touch foolish to think that she would do anything else. I stare flatly at the guards who now pretend they were never glaring at me to begin with. You morons, now mother thinks I'm an idiot. That's what I get for trying to help you.

word that there are tier eight demons beneath us. So we need to be careful. If they come up here,

strongest of the Colony should stand at the ready to repel this threat. Isn't that why

going on. We aren't expecting them to pop up here anytime soon, but fighting them without any tier seven members

my hunt. Be well, child. Try

When do I

many as a thousand ants who

I wish she wasn't so comfortable risking herself. I know she doesn't think

the ants who've never met the Queen speak of her with such reverence. It's kind of strange to think there's so many members of the Colony who haven't laid eyes on the Queen. Or me, come to think of it. It doesn't seem all that long ago there were only a

a million? Is anyone even counting? Where's Accountant when

gone, I turn back to the golgari

and I just have to throw myself deeper into the Dungeon until I'm either dead or a high enough

Granin confirms. [There's a little more to it, I think, in terms of what evolutions you choose, and what path you emphasise.

[Well that's just… great.]

but it doesn't seem the Ancients are interested in giving me much choice. Unless I can find a way to mitigate this effect, then I'm

with being an ant just fine, and when I was a human there was that time with the legs. Those bones healed up alright, the pain when walking was less than the hunger

didn't, I died

of our hands whether or not this happens, and I won't say we didn't hope for it, but for what it's worth,

this is too much emotion

laugh behind his triad leader and even Torrina

I get that. This is largely a problem caused by me being too incredible and the ancients being gits. Hopefully at some point down the line it'll all work out in