Chrysalis

The sub-surface Conglomerate is a loose confederation of brathian cities, kingdoms, merchant houses and roaming caravans that live in the waters of the Fourth Stratum.

The Endless Lake.

Brimming with life and water mana, the Lake is the ideal environment for the brathian to dwell in, though they are capable of living on land as well as beneath the waves. Historically, their people lived in or around freshwater sources outside the Dungeon, and the more peace-loving amongst them still do.

Within the fourth, however, is where the majority of the brathian of Pangera now make their homes.

- Excerpt from ‘On the People of the Fourth’ by Tir

The crushing pressure of the waters abated as Theraz slipped within the pearlescent barrier erected by his people. Knotted muscles loosened and tension drained from his scales as he smiled for what felt like the first time in weeks.

In reality, it had only been a day or two, but the extra life mana thanks to the wave seemed to press in on him. The waters of the Endless Lake were vibrant, filled with energy and life, but the mana was so thick. When he swam, he felt as if the weight of the mountains that towered in the sky above was pressing down on him.

The added weight of the unending tide of monsters did nothing to help the feeling abate.

“Welcome home, Theraz. How did you find the current?”

“Piris, I should have known you would be waiting for me.”

“Of course, I would not want you to lose yourself amongst the fish and become confused.”

“Do I look like a fish to you?”

“Am I supposed to answer that?”

at him mischievously and Theraz shook

for me here on the border of our lands simply to throw insults?” he

shrugged, her legs drifting

always say? ‘You need to do better! Stop wasting your time! Cease flapping

and cousin really fallen out so

speak with your father, and I

darting between the lush plant life and drifting weeds as they moved deeper

the outer farms, tall fields of

organised lines, ever vigilant for monsters spawning within the barrier

and walls. The brathian were everywhere, their vibrant scales of many hues

should pick up the pace a little,” he suggested, “I don’t want to keep your

mana. Soon, they were rocketing through the lake, a

back, I see. I was worried we were going to get sent out to

old brathian lowered his spear and indicated the dull, faded sheen of the scales on his

the boundary, it’s a

Theraz grinned. “I can’t imagine a day when Mozla the

“Then you lack imagination.”

old warrior turned to the guards on patrol

two escort the young master and mistress back

visit the palace again, Mozla?” Theraz

man made a

my disrespect, little one. There are a few advantages to being a grey-scale like me. It’s not your family that flaps my fins anyway. There’s just too much… faffing about. I feel like someone has to

She giggled.

For mother and father,