Chrysalis

Rassan’tep looked back at the still burning mountain, his eyes gleaming with interest. The warmth he could feel, even from this distance, was pleasant on his scales, and he didn’t mind indulging himself in a little basking every now and again.

[Master, we should leave,] Ammon’sil urged him. [This place is not secure.]

The Old One flicked his tongue to taste the air. Smoke and ashes came through powerfully, expected, given the circumstances, but underneath was that vibrant riffle of energy and life so common in the fourth stratum.

The Colony would rebuild that mountain, he was sure. It likely wouldn’t even take long. With tens of thousands of mages to create and shape the rock, they’d be able to make it bigger and better than it had been before in a matter of weeks.

In attempting to push the ants down, the ka’armodo had only made them stronger.

He huffed in displeasure and the Set’sulah pulled back from him, concerned they had drawn his ire.

Hubris had been the downfall of many among the old races, and so it continued to be. The assumption that they were the highest, greatest and strongest on Pangera, simply by virtue of their birth, simply because they were first, was deeply flawed.

The place at the top was not a birthright, but a constant struggle.

The ants understood. They fought and strove every minute of every day to carve out a place for themselves. If the ka’armodo had displayed a fraction of their drive over the past two thousand years, his people would be the undisputed rulers of this world.

[Master,] Ammon’sil urged him again, [we must away. I am not confident we can keep you safe if we remain.]

The great lizard turned an eye toward his favoured servant.

[Peace, Ammon. A few minutes longer. The winds blow quickly here, sands are shifting beneath our claws. I wish to observe this change with my own eyes.]

[Is it worth risking your life? They will kill you if they find you.]

Rassan’tep closed his eyes.

[It is.]

[As you wish.]

perimeter, to watch with

been teeming with their enslaved termite colony. A vast operation that had been guided

gone in one

pondered on what this might mean for the potential Ancient, the ant, Anthony. Surely, he was the one who had cast the spell that destroyed the nest. A haul of experience like that may push the monster all the way to tier seven if it was close enough. If so, he might really see something interesting in the

his prodigious Skills and experience to peer through the glamour they had shaped around themselves. One look inside, and he huffed

he told his servants.

chastised his Set’sulah for allowing their emotions to echo so powerfully, but he restrained himself. He knew they were relieved for his sake, not their own. In short order, they had climbed onto his back, comfortably holding the

one of his own arrived on the hill

her, [I am pleased to

scales had been burned black. She must have lost one or more Set’sulah whilst escaping the mountain. A terrible blow for any

hooded his eyes and

your

eyes locked onto his, fury

[You,] she growled.

emotional, the repeated catastrophes of the day had been more than she could bear. Even so, he expected her to retain her

height his fully grown physique allowed him, his upper arms folded across his

and posture that declared him her elder slowed her at all, she did not show any sign

your fault,] she fumed, [everything was going well

temerity of the declaration was almost enough to

proceeded according to your plan until the ants arrived,] he said. [I came here explicitly to warn you of them, which I

Oolan’tep hissed at him.

of his Set’sulah rise to boiling

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