Chrysalis

My first nap as a tier seven, a deep and satisfying torpor that I luxuriate in. Indeed, life is only complete when one gets their eight hours! I’ve been flat out for way too long, to the point I’ve started to worry that the Torpor Police might disappear me.

That would have caused quite a stir, I’ve no doubt.

They do an incredible job of hiding, those little ninjants, but ever since I picked up the Vestibule, it’s been impossible for them to conceal themselves from me.

Unlike my bodyguards. Whatever it is that they use to create the strange forgetful effect was powerful enough to give me trouble for a little while. Ever since my evolution, though….

I reach out with one leg and poke at the air.

….

I poke again.

….

Another poke, harder this time.

“... Is that really necessary, Eldest?” Protectant complains.

Gweheheheh.

“I just find it fun, how easily I can spot you now.”

The guard smells decidedly unhappy about it.

“We would like to know how you do it,” she grumbles, “out of professional courtesy.”

You’d just try and find

as they’re ants who believe in me, they will provide me with

when they actively try to conceal themselves. I can’t see Protectant with my eyes, or even feel it when I poke her with my leg, or detect the scent when the guards communicate with each other, despite knowing

level of stealth they’ve achieved is

fun to prod

Please stop it,” Guardiant

Heheheheheh.

the invisible squad of babysitters. “If I’m going to be rumbling with tier eight enemies, you’ll be flattened just by

evolve, we’ll be able

her again,

to hide from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ

Just

then I turn to Crinis and the

Levels into you, pronto. Hunting in the fourth stratum is likely to be our best bet, but at the same time, we need to be on

them nod in unison. It’s rewarding

to get my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure

centipede nests. My rage won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it turns out,

up.

my highest priority on this stratum, I won’t let them get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my friends in tow, only to find the mercenaries

The leader,

my strength radiate out around me like this. Weaker enemies can’t even stand

onto the mercenary, then I bring his two

I greet them. [Excellent, excellent. I

of my mind impacts onto their own, and I make a

in their boat, depositing a dozen of the offensively

the leader grunted warily. [The Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at quite a rapid clip. We sailed two mountains

Gandalf and his love of centipedes. They’re probably being spammed everywhere on this level of the Dungeon.