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?”

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 was being worked. I’ve never even thought of doing that, let alone have any idea

guess there’s going to be a lot to do once we get back from this trip,” I muse. “How long do you think it will take before we

off

our smiths to really push their Skills into the higher ranks, we need to investigate more advanced

other secrets they

big monster sitting

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

Royal Road, this story should

who enjoys a

own head? Even if I got there, Crinis would be latched onto my carapace, no question. I really hope I get back before she wakes up. I left

jacked than a house of cards. If the Satrap is the fattest brathian

me, but I’m trying to pay attention to

are all brathian settlements built around one

the middle of the brathian settlement, the Shulk is a huge monster, tier seven at least, its core gleaming

informs me readily. [You would have felt the barrier you passed through when

I nod.

we would normally be able to live comfortably. In exchange, we provide for the

Huh.

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