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

as I 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

can’t see Protectant with my eyes, or even feel it when I poke her with my leg, or

level of stealth they’ve achieved is absurd.

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

Please stop

Heheheheheh.

invisible squad of babysitters. “If I’m going to be rumbling with tier eight enemies, you’ll be flattened just by being near me

be able to

and poke her again,

be stupid! You can hide from everything you need to hide from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up way too much evolutionary energy, don’t waste the next evolution on something you don’t

alright! Just

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

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

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

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

of those diamond centipede nests. My rage won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it turns out, we

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

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

host of ants that watch their every move with preternatural stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking golgari,

radiate out around me like this. Weaker enemies can’t even

latch onto the mercenary, then I

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

my mind impacts onto their own, and I make a conscious effort to tone it down. I can’t be scaring away

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

Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at quite a rapid clip. We sailed two mountains west and tried our

spammed everywhere on this level of