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.”

try and

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

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 guards communicate with each other, despite

level of stealth they’ve achieved is absurd.

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

stop

Heheheheheh.

tier seven, you all need to make the push to tier six,” I tell the invisible squad of babysitters. “If I’m going to be rumbling with tier eight enemies, you’ll

be able

around and poke her again,

and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up way

Just stop

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

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. There’s some funky business going down up there, and we may

them nod in unison. It’s

fair bit to get my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute to the Colony stockpile, since you three are all maxed out.

won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it

me and I stop to let her catch up. “Eldest. They want to see you down on the shoreline. It’s about something

get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline,

awkwardly, 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 the

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

the mercenary, then I bring his two followers

them. [Excellent, excellent. I suppose your hunt

grimace as the force of my mind impacts onto their own, and I make a conscious effort to tone it down. I can’t be scaring away our potential partners in claw-centipede

cargo in their boat, depositing a dozen of

spitting them out at quite

on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn points