Chrysalis

I don't know what’s up with these demons, but they are seriously feeling themselves at the moment. Every now and again, we’ll be out on the plains and some tier five Stab Demon will come sprinting at me from out of nowhere, leap ten metres in the air and come crashing down like a spear from the heavens… only to bounce off my carapace without me noticing.

Where is your sense of self preservation, idiot?! Life is precious, a miracle of mana and coincidence, don’t waste it like this. Alas, monstrous life is as cheap as it gets on the third, and the price is currently crashing through the floor. In fact, I’d go further. It crashed through the floor, through the basement and burrowed deep into the earth where it found a portal to a new reality, the EvenDeeperVerse, where it continues to plunge to new, mind-bending levels of depth.

The spawn rate for demon larvae is getting so out of control, they’re starting to scrape the bottom of my carapace when I walk over them. Usually this happens when one of the vicious little stabbers jumps too high, not from being stacked on top of each other!

The vastly increased number of larvae of course means a vastly increased number of higher tier demons roaming the plains. They hunt each other, or, if feeling particularly full of themselves, have a go at passing Mythic Monsters.

But something else weird is happening as well. Something I haven’t seen before.

[Over there, Master. Another group.]

[Where?]

[Tiny is pointing at them.]

[Ah, so he is.]

Hmmm.

[It’s still odd, no matter how many times I see it.]

[It is unusual, Master.]

it, Invidia? These are, at some level, your people after

blinks

unnaturalssss,] he says with some

into that, and he didn’t even demand something! My boy is growing up. I feel a tap on my carapace and notice Tiny has sidled up to me and

is it? What

want me to ask your opinion

bat-faced gorilla shrugs one massive shoulder nonchalantly, but I can see his ears twitching in excitement. Ho boy.

what do you think about

attention to me, a serious expression plastered on his face. He narrows his eyes and nods slowly,

[Odd,] he declares.

gives me a solemn

buddy. I really appreciate

again, pats me on the back and steps to the side. The air coming off him is insufferably smug, as if he just achieved something

can’t bring myself

in the pea-seed brain of

the plains. They’re solitary hunters, preying on each other until they reach tier six, at which point they gain true sentience and seek out a city to take them in. Here we see a gathering that breaks

It’s not natural.

we broke off the assault on that demon horde, we’ve been creeping about hunting while looking for another horde to take bites out of

by the will of Arconidem and are acting against their own natures. Should they come

to a scary

if these guys meet up with others who’ve banded together, just like they have, in order

[... Most likely, Master.]

out of the blue? Like, if enough of them