Chrysalis

When the Colony goes all in on something, they really do go all in. I was obviously aware of that, but seeing the gigantic stadium that they’ve built to host games somehow still manages to shock me.

Did they really need to go this hard? Holy moly. The thing is enormous!

And there are ants everywhere. As well as people! I was asked to head to the venue well ahead of the game, there’s a waiting area for the teams before they go out onto the pitch apparently, but as I make my way over, the place is already packed!

The second I step out in the cavern that holds the stadium, a great cheer goes up from the gathered humans, and even the ants start clacking their mandibles in appreciation! Apparently, they learned to mimic clapping? There’s tens of thousands gathered already, and the game isn’t for four hours.

I pick my way through the crowd carefully, essentially walking above them, placing my legs in whatever gaps I can find.

“Nice to see you all. How’ve you been? Shouldn’t some of you be working?”

“Speak for yourself!”

“Oi! I am here to work!”

And thus, Tunnel Ball officially became classified as work for the participants.

It was rather embarrassing being the centre of attention in all that, but once I make my way beneath the stadium and away from all those prying eyes, I feel a lot more comfortable.

Back in the day, when I was a lot smaller, it wasn’t that hard to move through a group or area without being ogled to quite such a degree. Now that I tower above every other ant and human, things have gotten a little more difficult.

stadium, I can hear the crowd gathering overhead. There’s a steady drumbeat of feet, and a resonant click-clack of claws, for hours. In the chamber itself, I focus on keeping my core topped, pulling in the mana of the second stratum, to try and

being drained by my highly evolved body, and the rate of replacement simply can’t keep up. Only by actively seizing energy and pulling it in can I

Those bums.

I can get this match over with and drag our new champion down into the

a constant dull roar. I have no idea how many people are out there, or ants, for that matter. I can feel

ready

“Finally…”

pull my legs back under my body and push, levering myself up from the position I

limp fish to a dignified Eldest in a second! Gweheheheh. Now to really

to the pitch, weaving magic as I do. The exit from the tunnel is blazingly bright ahead of me, illuminating the field beyond. As I emerge into the

thousands of humans here, perhaps tens of thousands. I didn’t even realise

ants, a hundred thousand

I let

the air, I float upward, pulled by a well I have cunningly inverted to disguise the spell. The crowd gasps in shock and admiration as I take to the skies, rising up to become level with the tiered rows of

Behold my flying

Only then do I spy the Endless at the other end of the pitch, watching me drift down towards them with a clear

middle, her eyes revealing the calculations running at a

much you think,

down and I release the

moly, my

Endless approach the midline and I realise I’m supposed to meet them there, trundling forward even as I hastily