Chrysalis

Ah, to be back on the road again, my good friends by my side, such a wonderful feeling. I’ve got the breeze blowing through my antennae, a wide open plain before me, and fresh, crisp air in my lungs.

Except the breeze is in fact filled with smoke, ash and death, the wide open plain is in fact choked with demon monsters in a fighting frenzy, and I don’t have lungs.

Who needs ‘em, anyway?! What have lungs ever done for anyone?

Even the friends aren’t quite “by my side” so much as “running rampant smashing everything they see, clinging to my carapace and greedily blasting things with green lasers.”

At least Al is being cool. I mean, he can’t really be cool in a temperature sense, due to his nature as a knowledge demon formed entirely from fire, but he’s… cool… in a different way.

My mastery of words continues to impress!

It didn’t take us long to make our way to the tunnel opening between this layer and the next, despite the rampaging demons. The gravity domain continued to be amazing for this. Reinforced by the Altar, it kept the weaker demons squashed flat.

My sub-brains continued to grind on my magic Skills as we travelled, blasting gravity spells at random targets. The levels tick along steadily. Gweheheh.

The issue we face is….

[How in the heck are we supposed to get down?]

We stand around the pit that was once the entrance to the tunnels. I say pit, it’s more like a lake. Of lava.

[I see that this might prove an obstacle for you,] Al notes.

[Well yes, my body is comprised of non-flame elements. Not to mention, I lack the inborn demonic trait of heat resistance. Swimming through lava is not really my thing.]

[Pity….]

odd to not be able to

need to swim through a kilometre of melted rocks and angry demons to get down, we might be

can arrive at

only possible at all thanks to the Altar, and

groans as she melts across my

enchanted

to Crinis in the hopes she’d be able to resist

I’m weak to this much heat. I’m

monster, this environment is like kryptonite to her. It’s only thanks to the efforts of the Colony

too much. Once we’ve blasted our prey, we can descend to the

on my guts even now. If anything, I think it’s getting stronger as time goes by. Stupid Ancients. The sooner we annihilate these stupid tier eights, the faster we can get the heck

way down, I

(IV) has reached Level

of

the name of heck can

fighting more insanely. It’s honestly impressive to see. That all translates to more higher tiered demons,

to his Will turns on us the moment they lay eyes on

normal behaviour. The urge to annihilate anything that isn’t native to this stratum has overcome their instinct, and it’s revealed in the manic way they attack us. The

I sigh.