Chrysalis

Titus took another deep, slow breath, feeling the mana thunder through his body, tearing away at him from the inside. The conflict was never-ending. Much like the wave that ravaged his world, the raw arcane energy that permeated the Dungeon poured into him and sought to rend his flesh.

How long had it been since he’d sustained himself this deep? Before his children had been born. He’d been a much younger man then, in body and mind. In those days, he’d relished the struggle to master himself, to harness the power that pulsed in the veins of his post-baptism body. Now, he simply endured, patiently waiting as his condition slowly adapted to this new normal.

“You look miserable,” Minerva observed from somewhere nearby.

The commander kept his eyes closed.

“This is my normal face,” he said.

“I know.”

He felt a sharp poke on his forehead, but didn’t react, controlling his breathing instead. He’d learned a long time ago that the best way to annoy his fire-breathing monster of a wife was to simply not react. Sure enough, after he maintained his routine for another minute, he received a quick ‘paff’ to the top of his head.

“How can you sit there all day?” Minerva grumped. “If you don’t move soon you’re going to grow moss.”

“Unlike some, who were relaxing deep in the Dungeon, I’ve spent the bulk of the last twenty years on the surface, darling wife, and I need time to adapt to these conditions. I feel like a highly qualified officer in the Legion would have known that before she dragged me down here in the first place.”

“What cheek,” she harrumphed, giving him another soft thwap on the head which he barely felt.

to feel it, then he surely would. At least the famed berserker had learned some

again. You must be getting bored being cooped up in

eyes finally and saw she was looking

you gone

romantic getaway I’d

returning to the Dungeon’s depths to fight against the most deadly monsters a Legionary could face as a romantic getaway. It was how they’d spent the early years of their

get your Praetorian armour in a twist. I think I’m pretty much ready to

it still moved him to

“Really? Finally!”

arm and began to try and

waiting for? Time to

wife from dragging him out of the

on a minute,

she demanded, turning

There’s a laundry list

fault you can’t handle it,” she