Chrysalis

This is their secret plot? They want to drop a freaking mountain on my head?! Why waste all that time with subterfuge and the like when this was the plan all along?

I guess they wanted the brathians out of the way—the important ones, anyway. With Eran and her family gone, they figured they could go ahead and try to squash nearly ten thousand ants in one fell swoop.

I’m not about to kid myself, though. It’s me they want. Same as the Legion, who seem to be gearing up for something in the distance. Opportunists.

With the big bad mythic, tier seven ant out of the way, the rest of the Colony aren’t nearly so dangerous to deal with. It makes sense, in a coldhearted sort of way. I mean, what did we ever do to the golgari? Nothing!

Well… nothing that bad.

Smaller chunks of stone, each the size of a house, are already tumbling down the side of Greystone as the enormous hunk they’ve carved away is still breaking free. Slowly, it pulls further and further out, reaching hundreds of metres from the side of the mountain already.

The sound is awful, like the mountain itself is screaming.

Ahhh, this is a bit of a tight spot, isn’t it? Something that big falling from a height like that… I don’t even want to try and calculate how much force that’s going to generate.

Goes to show, even in a world filled with all sorts of ridiculous magic, dropping a big ol’ rock on someone is still pretty damn effective. Not that I could describe this as a ‘rock’. You can easily fit a demon city or two on a plate that size.

It’s at times like this that I truly appreciate the wonderful capabilities that having multiple brains, each running multiple mind-constructs, can afford a monster. It might seem like I’m considering this situation in a rather relaxed manner, but I promise that’s not the case. My main mind is fairly relaxed about it all, but only because dozens and dozens of other minds are completely wigging out.

You need to flee!” Protectant materialises out of nowhere to yell

Judging by the look of them, they’re getting ready to force me to abandon ship using some method they’ve cooked up. In fact, I know that’s what they want to do, because I can sense it through the

anything weird. Actually, could you do me a favour and get ready to defend me from the Legion? I’ve got no doubt they

of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon;

could protect yourself from that danger by

down at

harm’s way to keep me alive, and she died for it. Don’t think, not for a single second, that I wouldn’t do the same for

from the other ships. It’s going to get dangerous here in

it. What I’m saying goes directly against their own

more time. “I can’t

to rumble as an unthinkable mass of rock

Don’t be daft! Just wait…

Whumph!

out to draw towards me arrives in a torrent. My greedy minds seize upon it

to need a heck of a lot

“See? Now go!”