Chrysalis

Holy. Moly.

I freeze in shock and surprise for so long that the ants behind just start climbing up my legs and over my back. When they run into my antennae, I come back to myself and start moving again, still boggling at the ridiculous sight in front of me.

From our position, the road begins to slope down again, towards a… basin? Filled with… a desert? I guess? It’s absolutely massive. It’s been kind of hard for me to visualise just how much space these mountains take up on the inside, but this makes it fairly easy.

They’re big. Really big.

Somehow, the ka’armodo managed to carve out the entire thing and turn it into one giant desert playground, without the mountain collapsing on their heads. I guess they aren’t wizard-lizards for nothing. As mages, the big scaled snobs are respected the world over.

The basin itself isn’t just a barren, sandy wasteland either, oh no. Most of it is taken up with a truly massive city, with more towers and residences climbing up the walls on the mountain interior, much like Rylleh. Goodness knows how many ka’armodo actually live here, but it could be as many as a million, given all the space they’ve got, along with their setsulah retinues. I’m starting to realise why Desert Basin is considered such a hub. It’s incredible.

Fortunately, we don’t have to go too far to reach our destination. Another pavilion, even larger and more lavish than the last one, has been erected close to the entrance and away from the main city. We find it and begin setting up, but it isn’t long before a sinuous thread of mind magic slithers through the air and prods me.

I don’t let it connect, but rather begin to trace it back to the source. The caster has gone to great lengths to conceal their location, sending their spell winding through twisted paths, using only just enough mana to bridge the gap, inverting and hiding it as much as possible.

But, I suspect they didn’t go all out, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to manage it. Turns out, Rassan’tep isn’t all that far away. In fact, he’s directly beneath me.

just going to dig a quick tunnel,” I announce

that a wise idea, Eldest?” Sloan scurries over to ask. “We’ve been expressly

be fine. I’ll be back

Royal Road, this story should

much as we’re being watched while here in the Desert Basin, there aren’t even any setsulah here inside the pavilion with us, let alone a ka’armodo. Besides that, I think Rassan’tep is just as interested as I am in keeping this face-to-face

also tunnel through. I don’t have to go far, only a few metres, before the stone opens up into a chamber below. I clear just enough space to squeeze myself

secretive-looking space, with braziers burning

setsulah. As his kind prefers, the lizard-wizard is fully decked out in golden decorations; rings, torques, bracelets, all thick and gleaming, adorn him just about everywhere they can. In fact, I think he has a new nose ring, something I haven’t seen on any other

noticeable thread of a mind-bridge reaches out to

how’ve you been? Not rustling

old lizard flares his

deep beneath us, waking for the first time in centuries. It would be a waste to spend time conversing

wrong. Termites still suck,

be exciting for you. In fact, I saw him,

me