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.”

You’d just try and

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

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 guards communicate with each other, despite knowing for

achieved is absurd.

so fun to prod at them. Poke.

Please stop it,”

Heheheheheh.

that I’m 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 flattened just by

if we evolve, we’ll be able

her again,

need to hide from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess.

Just

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

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

nod in unison. It’s rewarding

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. Let’s

run into a few of those diamond centipede nests. My rage won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it turns out, we don’t even make our

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

stratum, I won’t let them get a foothold. I rumble

with preternatural stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking golgari, almost seems happy

around me like

onto the mercenary, then I

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

make a conscious effort to tone it down. I

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

them out at quite a

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