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 around

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

conceal themselves. I can’t see Protectant with my eyes, or even feel it when I poke

they’ve achieved

it’s so fun to prod

stop it,” Guardiant

Heheheheheh.

all need to make the push to tier six,” I tell the invisible squad of babysitters. “If I’m going

we’ll be able to hide from

and poke her

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

alright! Just stop poking

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

be our best bet, but at the same time, we need to be on standby

nod in unison. It’s rewarding

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

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

up. “Eldest. They want to see you down on

centipedes! They’re my highest priority 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 mercenaries from earlier have

ants that watch their every move with preternatural stillness. The leader,

out around me like this. Weaker enemies can’t

bridge and latch onto the mercenary, then I bring

[Excellent, excellent. I suppose

force of my mind impacts onto their own, and I make a conscious

them begin unloading the cargo in their boat,

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

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