Chrysalis

Well, what the heck is this, then?

After another week of battling against the rising tide of the wave, it’s kind of nice to see something new, the monotony was really starting to get to me.

I mean, I’ve been hanging out in this tunnel, quite literally, for so long that I’m starting to think of getting some furniture installed. A bed, perhaps a nice chair to lay my admittedly massive frame on, a table for snacks at the very least.

I don’t believe I was much of a tea person when I lived as a human, although it’s becoming increasingly difficult to remember anything from that time, but I have to say, the Colony really knows how to brew a nice cup. Lately, I’ve only been getting more and more bored since the number of fifth stratum beasties crawling up from below, as opposed to being spawned in the tunnels nearby, seems to have slowed dramatically.

The freshly spawned monsters are irritating, sure, but they aren’t nearly as dangerous as the ones who have more evolutions, mutations and Skills. Thankfully, that’s relieved a lot of the pressure on the nest, allowing the fatigued and injured ants to recuperate and get back into the fighting. Hooray all around. But as the mana intensity has continued to rise, to frankly quite absurd levels, the moment we run into something from even deeper in the Dungeon has inevitably drawn closer, and I think I may have just found one.

My first hint that something was coming brushed against my antennae, causing them to twitch in surprise. It’s been a long time since I’ve smelled anything other than foul goop, so a hint, a mere whisper, of fresh air was more than a little welcome. Then worrying.

The tunnel ahead of me remained stubbornly contaminated, despite my regular burn-offs, the air thick with a toxic haze that made it difficult to see too deep into the distance. Ironically, the green gas became my early warning system, as it began to stir and shift. I noticed tiny little eddies at first, which I could dismiss as nothing, but then they grew and grew until there was a chaotic swirl of noxious gas. Green clouds billowed this way and that, to the point I had to summon a gust of my own to prevent the stuff from blowing onto me.

Getting it in your eyes is not recommended, I have to say. I know from painful experience. Seriously, my next evolution is going to have to resolve my eye situation. I’m tired of being encased in impenetrable diamond, except for the soft, squishy orbs I see with.

It doesn’t take long for the fumes to be vortexed away by whatever is coming down the tunnel at me, and I feel a tingle of excitement begin to spark around my core. Something new. Something interesting! Hopefully not something too dangerous!

My mana sense is going a little haywire, so it definitely isn’t too weak. In anticipation, I drop down from the ceiling, landing with a heavy crash that sets my joints to shaking. Forgot I can’t really pull that off at my current weight. My legs also need fixing, I’ve long outgrown these basic, first stratum materials!

like a ball of lightning,

the original little ball, still surrounded by that swirling cloud. Is that where the core is? It’s tricky

reaches out to my mind, and

[H-hello?]

manner of creature

rude? I’m standing right in front of you,

Sapiens. I’m an ant. Are… are

and lightning, even in this monster form,

so than you,

has serious attitude problems. I’ve met pride demons he could

not too worried, this isn’t its

Not a native to the fourth stratum,

interested

a powerful core, brimming with

thank you, yes. I’m a mythic monster, I’ll have you

take it for

[You’ll what now?]

will end you quickly, your power and Biomass will find