Chrysalis

Chapter 1183

What to do? Do I tell them I can’t remember the plan? Would that impact my dignity as the Eldest? Maybe I’ll just play along and hope for the best. What’s the worst that could go wrong?

“Do we all understand?”

“Of course.”

“No problem.”

“Simple.”

….

“It’s straightforward, I like it,” I declare with every scrap of confidence I can muster. “I’ll leave it to you to coordinate with the generals at the front.”

“I understand.”

Solant is all business, solemn and serious as she goes about plying her particular trade. When we arrive, she goes straight to the generals and begins an in-depth conversation about what she wants to do that I immediately lose track of, but they seem to follow okay.

Following that, she moves around the resting troops, ensuring they understand what to do, drawing little diagrams and even running a few drills until she’s happy that they’ll move the way she wants them to.

The entire time, all I hear in my mind is static. This is a problem.

on Pangera I’m going to do, I run out of time. Standing on the front line as the soldiers, scouts, mages and healers ahead of me prepare

could go poorly. My

if you’ll lead the way,” Solant

“O-of course!”

we start with an acid barrage? She talked about acid, I’m sure of it…. Or magic? Was I supposed to deploy my domain, or a gravity well? I DON’T

a few more. The troops behind me begin to shuffle forward and I gain a

creep forward a bit more. They

so far. But now I’m worried that I’m moving

ants fighting ahead of me turn and retreat,

NOW WHAT?

Do I strike?

want to unravel the strategy! The whole point of this exercise is to train Solant and let her

bite. Maybe I should unleash some gravity magic, slow the enemy

what if they’re counting on me not doing that? DAMMIT! This is giving me a headache. The

hesitant to make a move, I do the only thing I can think of: I tuck my legs under my body, bury my head in the rock and accept my fate. If I can’t decide what I should do, then I shall do nothing! Clearly, this

Claws scratch, teeth scrape, blows rain down on me ceaselessly. Protected by my absurdly tough,

the ants engaging the enemy around me, acid fills the air, a non-trivial amount of it landing on me, but I can’t really blame

has acid tough enough to eat through my carapace, I’d love to meet them. In fact,

feeling that I’m doing something wrong continues to eat away at me, and every second, I question whether or not

OOF!

heck? Judging by the mana I can feel, an earth elemental just clobbered me with one of its boulders, hard enough to create some cracking in my shell. Lousy

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