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 around

they’re ants who believe in me, they will provide me with Will. As long as the energy is flowing,

me to ‘forget’ 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 when the

achieved is absurd.

to prod at

stop it,”

Heheheheheh.

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

able to hide

poke her again, with both antennae this

need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up

alright! Just

home the point, then I turn to Crinis and the

same time, we need

unison. It’s rewarding having an audience of

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

nests. My rage won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon!

up. “Eldest. They want

stratum, I won’t let them get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my friends in tow, only to

surrounded by a 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

It’s nice to have my strength radiate out around me like

the mercenary, then I bring his two followers

I greet them. [Excellent, excellent. I suppose your

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

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

quickly, all things considered,] the leader grunted warily. [The Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at

everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New