Chrysalis

“How are the demon traps holding?”

“Barely!”

“Then reinforce them, dammit!”

“I can’t just poke them with an antenna and then they become stronger. I need time to design, materials to build with, ants to do the building. Those are huge construction projects, we can’t just ‘reinforce’ them!”

“Right, sorry.”

Sloan rubbed her antennae against her carapace, trying to calm herself down. The carver, Carpentant, also soothed herself as they took the temperature out of the argument.

Which wasn’t easy inside the third right now. With the mana thickening by the hour, the air only grew hotter and hotter, to the point it had grown oppressive. Ants didn’t mind a bit of heat, not at all, but they weren’t amazing at regulating their temperatures. If things got much worse, they’d need to distribute enchanted equipment to every member of the Colony in the stratum.

“Are the farms at least producing cores and Biomass? They’re working?”

“Oh, they’re working. Too well! There’s so many demons crammed inside that we’re getting double the amount of cores we expected. The workers in charge of maintaining and operating the farms are overwhelmed, but there aren’t enough of us to help them. We need more ants!”

“If you get the numbers you need, will that stop the farms from breaking?”

Carpentant thought for a long moment. It wasn’t a simple question, but the wrong answer could have grave implications. It was already a difficult proposition to contain the mess that the plains had become. If the monsters within the farms broke out….

“If you give me what I’m asking for, plus another ten percent, we’ll have enough to properly run the farms and look to reinforce the structure.”

pain shot through her

to squeeze

Carpentant shrugged.

to distribute resources, not me. If you tell me no, I’ll go back and make

chaos on the plains and costing the

she promised, “but

“Feel sorry for

not what I would have wanted for them either, but I’ll provide extra security as well to make sure

carver froze before she

“That’s appreciated.”

Carpentant rushed out of the chamber, Sloan sighed and went back to her planning documents, scratching out a few lines of scent and replacing them. The next wave of reinforcements from above

made when planning to resist the wave in the third stratum, the Dungeon had

scribbling away using the new ‘scent pen’, she completed her new

muttered as she

were becoming more and more common among the various nests, despite the need for varying sizes. They didn’t really need a chair, they

that could rise up and down and wheel around her smithy. She claimed it freed up more legs to

requesting medical treatment, or supplies, or any

began to race along the

designated speed. This particular passage was six lanes wide, three in either direction, with another six on the roof, split the same way, and she was barely able to keep up in the middle one. To her right, scouts flashed past her as if she were standing still,

All for efficiency.

exit was a staging ground and ants bustled all over the surface of

soon as she saw Sloan heading to the

front?” she asked, snapping a one