Chrysalis

What is given to us when a monster dies by our hand? Experience. This is the benediction of the System, this gift allows us to grow, to uplift ourselves. Every monster slain is a single brick in the Path that we tread to achieve our perfect self. Since the Divine Descent, when the System made itself known to us, this has been our manifest destiny.

Yet there are questions. How can we best apply ourselves as we walk together on this road? Is there a way that we may devote ourselves more ardently, pursue our purpose more completely?

The great Church of the Path has devoted itself to these questions for thousands of years, desperate to seek a more complete truth.

When a monster is slain, we gain experience for the deed, we grow from the gift of life that we have taken and lay claim to a portion of the experience within the beast. But what of the rest? The experience gained is but a tiny fraction of that possessed by the fallen foe. How can we allow this Holy Sacrament to be squandered in such a way? It's an unthinkable heresy, akin to scattering the Divine upon the ground like rubbish.

Due to the unceasing labour of the faithful, we have been able to ensure our strides are longer, our steps firmer, as we walk along the Path.

Let none of the harvest go to waste. What the Divine has sowed, we shall reap in full.

Excerpt from the 'Book of the Path'

Where one termite goes, many more are sure to follow and it doesn't take long to prove this maxim correct. After Tiny egregiously annihilated the first termite to show itself, another soon rounds the corner, followed by another, then another. The tick-tack clack of claws on stone continues to build as thousands of insectoid enemies converge on our location, their mandibles flexing with hunger for ant flesh.

need to feel out their locations and general numbers. There's

today,] I tell my crew, [everyone goes full force from the drop. If a lizard

[Yesssssssssssssss!]

[SMASH!]

[As you wish, Master.]

mind constructs begin to churn hard, heating up my brains as a dozen strings of mana rise under my command. The mana flows and force mana falls into the waiting hands of waiting constructs that weave and fold the energy into

the place. A force bolt is effectively a little ball of condensed kinetic energy, and I've been piffing them all

spears take shape six at a time and I fling them at the encroaching termites the moment

POW! POW! POW!

air, sizzling harshly as it contacts the enemy. Take that, you damn termites!

feel it through the gravitational gland as they swarm faster and faster. I can even feel them tunnelling towards us, hoping to take us by

in and out of sight as he punches with such

must have reached a new rank! Impressive stuff from the big

of electricity crackle with power and boom like thunder when they land, roasting the target monster and zapping those around it. Combined with his ever more fancy feet, Tiny unleashes a terrifying barrage upon the

thousands of enemies at a time.