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

Odin was rounded up without

mountain home of the ka’armodo, Desert Basin, has come

Anthony! Don’t think that way! Expecting everything that happens to turn into an unmitigated disaster in one

the revelations from Rassan’tep should be enough to fulfil the excitement quota. I don’t 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

has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If

releases me from the Call? Perhaps the best solution is that I help raise another monster to the position of Ancient, then

wouldn’t destroy the planet. This is too much for my

don’t want to 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

trade will be a wonderful supplement to our own harvesting efforts, ensuring more

about fixing the

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 in powerful

the large, wide tub while the brathian crew works around me. There’s a lot that goes into getting a ship like this to move the way they want it to, even after

focus on is not slapping any of

to look in every cabinet, which was clearly my mistake. I

unleashed rivers of blood for lesser

suspended above my head in his own little gravity

it go. We are out on the water, sailing! Great big adventure! Isn’t that