Chrysalis

“This… ‘Colony’. I don’t like it, Theraz, but it’s new, and new can be either good or bad for business. What I need to know, as soon as possible, is which it’s going to be.”

“Well, the first thing I can tell you is we aren’t going to be able to dislodge them easily.”

“Really? That mountain has changed hands so many times recently I was starting to think it was impossible to hold. First that tree had her roots all over it, then the ka’armodo seized it for whatever reason and now these ants are setting up shop! I don’t like it when others set up shops next to mine, Theraz.”

The Satrap didn’t get as disgustingly wealthy as he had by tolerating competition, after all.

“We are directing as many of the lake monsters as we can toward their fortifications, and so far they haven’t made a dent. Worse than that, since they’re monsters, all we’re really doing is flooding them with Biomass, experience and cores.”

“Are you suggesting we cease the siren song?” Umizen muttered, leaning his cheek against one of his hands. “Your father had the same thought.”

My father is a lot smarter when it comes to fighting.

It wouldn’t do to say so out loud, of course.

“Any and all matters regarding the Divine Guardian Beast are for you and you alone to decide on,” Theraz replied smoothly. “I am merely reporting the progress, or lack thereof, being made.”

“Fine,” the Satrap grumbled to himself. “After everything I’ve spent on her, you’d think she could deal with squishing a few ants.”

“She isn’t fighting,” Theraz reminded him, “she’s just using her song.”

“Should I send her up? Make a direct assault?”

suggested it anyway and his nephew suppressed a sigh. Anything expensive was an asset, and the Siren was incredibly expensive. His uncle wouldn’t risk her

that would be a good idea,” he replied. “I’ve seen… I’m not sure how to put this…. I’ve seen a very powerful ant monster, a Mythic one, tier seven or eight probably, it was hard to

He shook his head.

massive. Highly evolved and highly mutated. If there are more like that in the

the monster, both his cousin and

Piris gasped. “Could you

you think it’s valuable?” the Satrap breathed. “Could you

beat it, certainly not alone, and capturing it would be even less likely, since that’s the only time it has come

they’re just ants,” Piris

Theraz shook his head.

few weeks, you’d have a good deal of

older, pudgier brathian leaned his scaled cheek on one of his open palms, eyes

nephew,” he said, a hint of steel entering his tone. “We’ve confirmed that those monsters are tier five, some tier six, and they all have a core. Every single one of them, and there’s hundreds of thousands of them, maybe more, according to what I’ve read. When we include monster parts we could salvage, that’s a fortune

a chill

have to be alive, to enjoy the privileges of wealth,

Satrap sat back with a

what your

agrees with

brother’, and ‘what’s the point of taking a risk like that,’ and ‘how many brathian are you willing to sacrifice to get richer’. I’ve heard it all from him for

all valid questions,

nephew. Those ants represent such an enormous pile of cash that others are bound to come to get it. I worry about someone else taking it and supplanting our people from our dominant position in this area of the stratum. These monsters may be a threat, yes, but if someone conquers them and is even worse?

assured him. “If it comes down to it, my father and I will give our lives to

considered him for a few long moments before he clapped his hands