Chrysalis

Chapter 1023

After discussing a few possibilities back and forth, I bid the golgari trio goodbye and they make their way back to the gate. Mana sickness is no joke and I appreciate them taking the risk to help me out.

It’s a hard concept for me to grasp, being ill from too much mana. I literally need the stuff to survive, the more the better. One of the many benefits of being a monster, I suppose. I was born from mana, there’s no way it can hurt me.

The lack of it can hurt me. Severely, in fact.

Which is another thing I need to keep in mind. Evolving yet again, increasing the density of my core and further making my body dependent on mana to exist. More resets, more fancy, high-energy components in my body, more energy needed to sustain me.

Perhaps even the first stratum will be out of bounds for me, even during a wave. The second might just be in bounds, perhaps. But then I have to worry about the Call.

It’s a constant knife in my side. Even now, I can feel it trying to pull me down deeper. I’m worried this mythic evolution is only going to make it worse.

If I’d picked larval deity, it would have been agonising, I bet. An evolution with high potential like that, but with no ability to move around, I’d have been stuck on my backside for at least six months with a hook yanking on my soul.

“Eldest? It’s ready.”

Cobalt pops up in front of me and I’m pulled from my thoughts.

“What’s that?”

“The evolution chamber. We’re ready.”

Nice.

“Alright then, let’s get this show on the road.”

I lever myself up onto my feet for the first time in days, and immediately collapse onto the ground again as my insides shift against the oversized core.

“Oof! Uh… one sec.”

Second attempt.

“Aaaaand up! OUCH.”

And down.

Cobalt looks at me. I look back at Cobalt.

“You can’t move, can you Eldest?”

that I can’t. This

to worry, Eldest, we’ll take care

the end, the carvers lift me up, raising the ground beneath me and hardening it into a rock

flat on my carapace, being hovered into an evolution chamber that they’d purposely built for

and appreciation for me flowing through the Vestibule only makes me feel worse.

are Crinis, Tiny, Invidia and a few hundred dedicated guards. Thankfully, they managed to keep Beyn and the acolytes out. I saw them as I was hovering past and he looked like he was

Might be a few days this time. Possibly even a week or two, I don’t know. Eat, sleep, have fun. Make sure I don’t

will, Master,] Crinis says

I’m not dying, oi!

them,]

want a mythic core in your midsection, let me

[Wantssss,] he contradicts me.

wink, which is a new thing for him. Who the heck taught him about winking? I’d wink back, but I’m not physically capable of it, or a thumbs up for that matter,

bud. I’ll catch you

straight into

I confirm my new species and prepare to fiddle around the edges, deciding on what to do with my evolutionary energy, but before I can, I’m confronted by something

has funneled into you and you have welcomed them into your house. The energy and focus of your people must

  • Altar of War

  • Altar of Growth

  • Altar of Culture

  • Altar of Mind

  • Altar of Strength

  • Altar of Self

  • Altar of Many]

    • notes did say that I needed to decide something regarding the altar, so I suppose this is it? There’s a lot of options here… might as well dive in and go

    the energy of your people to matters of War. You must fight to survive

    is… ominous. I get a bad feeling reading this. Like, why does it sound like it's going to have an effect on the Colony as well as myself? We are already plenty warlike, I

    me either. I think it applies to every ant in range of the altar. That is… insane. Does

    be ensured by development and securing

    Are you freaking kidding me?! How? How does that even work?! Does the altar

    blowing my mind right

    of the Altar anyway. I’m never hanging around the queens these days, they are way higher in the Dungeon. I can’t pick this

    think about it. It’d

    of Culture: Direct the energy of your people to Dialogue and the Arts. What

    this one than the Altar of War. My family has developed a wonderful culture of its own, with carvings, and tea, and sponge cake…

    boost to those idiots who run around carving my face into everything they touch? I’ve seen cakes

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