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?”

it seems that I can’t. This

worry, Eldest, we’ll take care of you. Don’t mind a

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

on my carapace, being

respect and appreciation for me flowing through the Vestibule only makes

and the acolytes out. I saw them as I was hovering past and he looked like he

alright? Might be a few days this time. Possibly

Master,] Crinis says

I’m not dying, oi!

wantssss them,] Invidia hisses

do not want a mythic

[Wantssss,] he contradicts me.

a 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

for that bud. I’ll catch you all on

straight

I confirm my new species and prepare to fiddle around the edges, deciding on what

and you have welcomed them into your house. The energy and focus

  • Altar of War

  • Altar of Growth

  • Altar of Culture

  • Altar of Mind

  • Altar of Strength

  • Altar of Self

  • Altar of Many]

    • something regarding the altar, so I suppose this is

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

    effect on the Colony as well as myself? We are already plenty

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

    the energy of your people to Expansion and Growth. The future of your people can only be ensured by development and securing the next generation. Reduced Biomass cost for eggs,

    How does that even work?! Does the altar literally

    is blowing my mind right

    only work for ants 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

    about it.

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

    not that I disagree with Gandalf on this one, I actually would much rather pick this one than the Altar of War. My family has developed a wonderful culture of its own, with carvings, and

    face into everything they touch? I’ve

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