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?”

grinned at him mischievously and Theraz shook

me here on the border of our lands simply to throw insults?” he shook his golden-scaled head. “What will

shrugged, her legs drifting as the

need to do better! Stop wasting your time!

a little disturbing to hear. Had his aunt and

off the conversation. “I must return to speak with your father, and I do not wish to

but fell silent as the two swam close to the sandy bottom, darting between the lush plant

across the outer farms, tall fields of hornwart

for monsters spawning within the barrier or for those crazed beasts who pushed through the

fish ducked and darted everywhere, hiding in sponges embedded in roofs and walls. The brathian were everywhere, their vibrant scales

he suggested, “I don’t want to keep

through the lake, a short jetstream swirling behind them. They only slowed as they approached the outer reaches of the

I was worried we were going to get sent out to find you

his spear and indicated the dull,

the boundary, it’s

the Endless Lake,” Theraz grinned. “I can’t imagine a day when Mozla

“Then you lack imagination.”

turned to the

back to

the palace again, Mozla?”

man

for my disrespect, little one. There are a few advantages to being a grey-scale like me. It’s not your family

She giggled.

For mother and father,