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 way

they’re ants who believe in me, they will provide me with Will. As long as the energy is flowing, they’ll be lit up like a christmas tree, regardless of what they do to

other senses when they actively try to conceal themselves. I can’t see Protectant with my eyes, or even feel it

they’ve achieved is absurd. They’re

is why it’s so fun to prod at them.

Please stop it,” Guardiant

Heheheheheh.

tier six,” I tell the invisible squad of babysitters. “If I’m going to be rumbling with tier

evolve, we’ll be able to hide

whip around and poke her again, with

your stats and combat

alright! Just

more prod, just to drive home the point, then I turn

Hunting in the fourth stratum is likely to be our best bet, but at the same time, we need to be on standby in case they need us in the third.

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

make sure

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

to let her catch up.

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

three of them stand awkwardly, surrounded by a host of ants that watch their every move with preternatural stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking golgari, almost

to have my strength radiate out around me like this. Weaker

onto the mercenary,

soon,] I greet them. [Excellent, excellent. I

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

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

found them pretty quickly, all things considered,] the leader grunted warily. [The Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at quite a rapid clip. We sailed two mountains west and tried our luck,

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