Chrysalis

Chapter 1264

The brathian continue to be quite friendly and open with us, even allowing the carvers to peek into their workshops. The results of that visit were apparently a little humbling.

“They’re way ahead of us,” Smithant admitted freely.

She hasn’t changed much since the last time I saw her, in terms of attitude at least. Focused, a bit grouchy, entirely obsessed with her craft. It’s not always easy for me to tell, since I’m so much larger than every other ant, but I’m fairly confident she’s evolved recently as well. There’s a definite metallic sheen to her carapace and I’m not sure she always heated metal via her mandibles, or used her own carapace as an anvil. A nifty couple of additions, she doesn’t even need a forge to work anymore. Case in point, she’s busy testing some intricate wire… thing, even as we talk.

“Is it uncomfortable having your legs bend backwards like that?”

The spot she uses to hammer on is just behind her head. Her eyes are mutated enough that she still gets a good view of it, though she sometimes needs to turn a little.

“They don’t actually bend backwards, they rotate in the socket.”

“Ah… hmmm… so is that uncomfortable?”

“No.”

It sure looks weird.

“Sooo, we’re a long way behind them?”

comprehend their advanced techniques. Their use of mana during the forging process is far beyond what we are capable of. For example, I’m fairly sure one of the forges we saw was actively infusing water mana into the metal as it

a lot to do once we get back from this trip,” I muse. “How long do you think it will

off her antennae

push their Skills into the higher ranks, we need to investigate more advanced techniques like these. Now that we have a clue, it

are other secrets they

felt a big monster sitting around here

noticed. The Shulk are fairly private creatures. You’ll forgive me if I don’t take you down to speak with

Road, this story should be reported if encountered on

who enjoys a little privacy, I can respect

would I need to be in order to be alone in my own head? Even if I got there, Crinis would be latched onto

of cards. If the Satrap is the fattest brathian I’ve ever seen, then Marzban is surely the most muscular. Wearing his shining, gold plated armour that positively gleams with the

tiny compared to me, but I’m trying to pay

brathian settlements built around one

least, its core gleaming like a miniature sun. Part crab, part oyster,

have felt the barrier you passed through when you

I nod.

depths than we would normally be able to live comfortably. In

Huh.

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