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.”

and find a way

will provide me with Will. As long as the energy is flowing, they’ll

or ‘ignore’ their presence still works on my other senses 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

level of stealth they’ve achieved is absurd. They’re like

is why it’s so fun to prod at them. Poke.

stop it,” Guardiant

Heheheheheh.

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

be able to hide from you again…” Protectant

poke her again,

stupid! You can hide from everything you need to hide from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess.

Just stop

point, then I turn to Crinis and the

we need to be on

three of them nod in unison. It’s rewarding having

and gather Biomass. I need a fair bit to get my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute to the Colony stockpile, since you three

won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it turns out, we don’t even make our way out of the tunnels before someone

I stop to let her catch up. “Eldest. They want

get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my friends in tow,

their every move with preternatural stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking

out around me like this. Weaker enemies can’t even stand up

mind bridge and latch onto the mercenary, then I

[Excellent, excellent. I

as the force of my mind impacts onto their own, and I make a conscious effort to tone it down.

my question, the three of them begin unloading the cargo in their boat, depositing a dozen

be spitting them out at

everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn points will