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.]

dimly aware of Ammon’sil directing the others to form a perimeter, to watch with eyes and sense with minds for any danger, but he paid

enslaved termite colony. A vast operation that had been guided and controlled by just a few of his people. Millions of individuals that created an ecosystem

of it gone in one

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

experience to peer through the glamour they had shaped around themselves. One look inside,

told his servants. [We will soon

allowing their emotions to echo so powerfully, but he restrained himself. He knew they were relieved for his sake, not their own. In

own arrived on the hill he stood

[I am pleased to

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

hooded his eyes

your loss,] he

his, fury burning openly

[You,] she growled.

She was clearly emotional, the repeated catastrophes of the day had been more than she

her from the height his fully grown physique allowed him, his

his status and posture that declared him her elder slowed her at all, she did

was going well before you came. The

the declaration was almost enough to

according to your plan until the ants arrived,] he said. [I came here explicitly to warn you of them, which I did. I can hardly be faulted if the

Oolan’tep hissed at him.

felt the rage of his Set’sulah rise to boiling point at the blatant

he took one long stride forward and struck his junior across