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.”

just try and find a

ants who believe in me, they will provide me with Will. As long

I can’t see Protectant with my

they’ve achieved

why it’s so fun to

Please stop it,” Guardiant

Heheheheheh.

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

evolve, we’ll be able to hide from

poke her

to hide from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up way too much evolutionary energy, don’t waste the next evolution

Just stop poking

prod, just to drive home the point, then I turn to Crinis and

same time, we need to be on standby

nod in unison. It’s rewarding having an audience

gather Biomass. I need a fair bit to get my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute to

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

to let her catch up. “Eldest. They want to see

They’re my highest priority on this stratum, I won’t let them get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my friends

host of ants that watch their every move with preternatural stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking golgari, almost seems happy when he notices my approach, even as he winces under the

me

spin together a mind bridge and latch onto the mercenary, then I bring

greet them. [Excellent, excellent. I

my mind impacts onto their own, and I make a conscious effort to tone it down. I can’t be

question, the three of them begin unloading the cargo in their boat, depositing a dozen of the offensively glittering and shiny scum onto

[The Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at quite a rapid clip. We sailed two mountains west and tried our luck, ran into

everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn points will be popping up all over