Chrysalis

Odren, the Father of Monsters, oldest and first amongst the Ancients, we beseech thee.

Grant us freedom from the prison that binds us.

Preserve us from the creations of your power.

Watch over and protect us with your omnipresent sight.

Save us from ourselves.

- Prayer of the Cult of Origin

Lost in my own thoughts, the next few hours blow past without me really noticing. The Colony finished setting everything up, setsulah arkesh came and haggled over everything, mostly the jewellery, also the end table, then it was time to pack up again.

The only thing that really jolted me out of my thoughts was when the table in question was eventually purchased. As the winning setsulah claimed the prize on behalf of his ka’armodo, he decided to open the drawers to make a full inspection of the purchase, only to recoil in surprise when a demon sprang loose.

Uncoiling himself and leaping in one smooth motion, Odin bellowed his fury, blade arms flashing with murderous red light.

[Anthony! I’m coming for your head!]

I swatted him out of the air with my mandibles.

have sworn you were stowed

the client, of course, and Odin was rounded up without

come to an end. Oddly enough,

happens to turn into an unmitigated disaster in one form

even know what it means for me, this so-called Truth. Is there an option where I become the twentieth Ancient, then tell the others to get stuffed? I’m guessing in that case they would band together to put me

Royal Road.

Call? Perhaps the best solution is that I help raise another monster to the position of

be viable if I was certain the Ancients escaping wouldn’t destroy the planet. This is too much for my poor aching brains, I’m not built

offload all of these concerns to the Council until I know more. There’s nothing they can do about any of this in the present moment, and the Colony has enough things to worry about. Securing territory,

supplement to our own harvesting efforts, ensuring more

about

to do but get our trade fleet back on the water. The nest is torn down in short order and the column of ants once again marches through the port streets, tons and tons of ant goods gripped

crew works around me. There’s a lot that goes into getting a ship like this to move the way they

I need to focus on is not slapping any of the crew with my antennae accidentally.

was clearly my mistake. I had no idea

for lesser insults than this! My anger isn’t

attempting to lash out, but suspended above my head in his own little gravity well, there isn’t much he

We are out on