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?”

seems that I can’t. This is,

worry, Eldest, we’ll take care

up, raising the ground beneath me and hardening it into a rock sled that they propel into the

on my carapace, being

feel their respect and appreciation for me flowing through the Vestibule only makes me

with me 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 in the middle of a revelation of some sort. That guy needs a hobby. How in the hell are those

while I’m evolving, alright? Might be a few days this time. Possibly even a week or two, I don’t know. Eat,

Master,] Crinis

I’m not dying, oi!

them,]

you do not want a mythic

[Wantssss,] he contradicts me.

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, so I just thank him

bud. I’ll catch you all on

jump straight into the

to fiddle around the edges, deciding on what to do with my evolutionary energy, but before I can,

house. The energy and focus of your people must be given shape. Select a purpose for your Altar before

  • Altar of War

  • Altar of Growth

  • Altar of Culture

  • Altar of Mind

  • Altar of Strength

  • Altar of Self

  • Altar of Many]

    • 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

    You must fight to survive and survive to fight. Increase

    feeling reading this. Like, why does it sound like it's going to have an effect on the Colony as well as myself? We

    it applies to every ant in range of the altar. That is… insane. Does it apply to Skills and levels as well?

    Growth. The future of your people can only be

    does that even work?! Does the altar literally convert the collected Will of the Colony into… whatever

    blowing my mind

    within the range 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 one, but holy moly, if the discount was even just 10%, that would be insane. If I fully mutated

    think about it.

    your people to Dialogue and the Arts. What is the point of a people

    actually would much rather pick this one than the Altar of War. My family has developed a wonderful culture of its own, with

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

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