Chrysalis

It turned out, monsters from the fifth didn't much like it when you took their slime away. An hour after first deploying the ‘Wuffers’, as the ants had begun to call them, much to the annoyance of the core shapers, they saw for the first time how the slugs would react when they saw someone messing with their precious goop.

How could Solant describe it? They went absolutely, one-hundred percent, without exception, gonzo crazy.

A fat toad monster hopped around the corner and saw the wuffers happily huffing and puffing, soaking up the slime and purifying it, and grew still. Naturally, the ants had sprung into action, recovering the slow-moving pets and taking up a defensive formation.

What they didn’t expect was for the frog to unleash a mighty croak, the explosive exhalation filled with mindless rage, before it hurled itself headlong toward the massed ant position. Such was its anger, the monster fought completely heedless of its own survival, throwing itself recklessly into the jaws of the soldiers, trying to crush them with its mass whilst it lashed out with powerful legs, lashing tongue and toxic bile.

Many were wounded, despite the fight being thousands against one, and Solant was not pleased.

In the midst of reprimanding her soldiers for their slow reaction, and blaming herself for not foreseeing the situation, she sensed something might be a little off, and stared hard into the haze-filled depths before them.

“Let’s pull back and fortify,” she ordered crisply. “I want tunnel fort three dash two constructed in five minutes.”

“That build is allotted seven minutes,” her lead carver and fellow broodmate, Subutant, stated.

“We don’t have seven,” Solant replied shortly and the carver dashed away, issuing a flurry of instructions to her fellow builders.

“What do you see?” Sumant asked, bracing in the frontline along with the other soldiers as they began an ordered, step by step retreat toward the mountain fortifications.

“That frog would have been heard for kilometres through these tunnels,” Solant replied, watching the haze intently.

“You think it was calling for reinforcements? It didn’t seem that intelligent.”

was calling for them, but

opening, firing lines for spells and acid, along with channels

Just in time.

had barely taken their positions when the haze seemed to thicken, imperceptibly at first, then in a rush, growing so dense that Solant could barely see ten

need wuffer mist,” she ordered, and the core shapers grudgingly responded, the pets raising their tendrils and happily

was enough to prevent the miasma from flowing through the gap, but didn’t break through the haze that filled

the first roar, then the second, the third, and more, and more. Squelching, wet gurgles of rage bounced off the slime-coated tunnel walls to reach them as Solant

and fire the tunnel, one minute.

pelting every surface with a barrage of frozen water.

screamed even louder, and much,

off the blaze at the last second and scuttled backward,

forward. Prepared for the injuries, the soldiers lunged and chomped, their mandibles sizzling as they bit into the toxic flesh. Heedless of the wounds, the slug pushed forward,

from the mages cleaned out much of the goop, but it was stubborn and more than one soldier battled on with

their pets came alongside them. Opening their mouths wide, the wuffers shot forth blasts of pure gel that clung to the ooze whenever they came into contact, acting to counteract

slug died, still burbling in fury, and the soldiers hastily pulled the Biomass into the temporary fort. The wuffers descended on

wuff, wuff!” they

toxin elemental, then a toad,

and more than a hundred had fallen in the furious fighting. The price they had paid for

the lessons learned were a rich reward indeed, not to mention what they had learned about their new weapons

gel, it would have been ten times as difficult to hold off the assault. The sludge monsters had willingly thrown their lives away to try and coat the ants with slime and acid, to fill the position with corrupting miasma. Without the wuffers counteracting the poisonous

the transparent jelly-caterpillars were only tier three. The next time Solant returned,

returning under escort in the next two

turned to the