Chrysalis

Sales have gone well, or so I’m told, and by the time the market has finished and everything is getting packed up, the ‘night’ of the fourth stratum is falling. Now, in a stratum filled with water and light mana, it’s rainbows and sunshine pretty much non-stop down here, but it does wax and wane slightly. The upshot is that half the time it’s brighter, half the time it’s a bit more dim.

Aka, ‘night time’.

Standing… or flopping… on my platform, I watch as all the ants around me deconstruct their stalls with pride. And a little bit of relief. It’s been fun, this trading adventure, getting to see all these different places and interacting with people that a monster such as myself wouldn’t normally get a chance to speak with. I’ve enjoyed the trip, but it’s time to go home. I want to feel the walls of the nest close in around me. Have my family members crawling over my carapace and feel the will of the Colony thundering through the Vestibule.

Let’s not forget the grub tickling also. I’ve gone far too long without grub tickling.

As much as all of this merchant business is going to benefit the family, there are other important things to do. The cleansing of the fifth stratum is my top priority at the moment, followed by trying to find a way to get the endlessly painful Call ripped out of my guts. Quite honestly, ripping it out would be less painful than what I’m feeling right now. I assume. I don’t know what it would be like to remove the darn thing.

“All ready to go?” I ask Tungstant.

“Just about, yes,” she replies. “We were able to get rid of almost all of our stock, so there isn’t nearly as much for us to pack. Even the raw materials like ingots and wood have been sold to builders and craftsmen. We’ll be bringing only a tenth of what we left with.”

“A resounding success!” I congratulate her. “Well done, Tungstant. You’ve done incredible work to keep this whole thing running smoothly. The carvers have done the Colony proud.”

“Thank you, Eldest,” she preens, clacking her mandibles happily. “They’ve been working diligently to master all of the trades in this world, and I’m confident our skill will only improve going forward.”

“I’ve got no doubt about that.”

I mean, that’s the nature of the System. The more you do something, the better you get at it, but I think she’s referring to more than that. To truly excel, experimentation, lateral thinking, and creative application are all required, alongside relentless grind. My siblings have the endless grind aspect down to a fine art, but still need practice thinking outside the box. Only a few individuals, such as Smithant or Solant, have shown a complete disregard to conventional ways of ant thinking. Honestly, I hope their way of going about things spreads to the rest of the family.

I find Eran Thouris and extend a mind bridge towards her.

we heading straight to

Amazon, be aware that it has

Despite

look on her face, it went very

the coffers of the Conglomerate

you’re getting a fat percentage of those profits. What’s good

consider it barely adequate. We can

[I would rather not.]

[Thought so.]

I once again take my place at the head of the column as we make our way out of the city. Even now, people turn out to

occurs

ever find

priest, or asking after him, since he ran off to the library. At the time, it seemed like

during the market, Eldest. Did you want me to go and get him for

I mean, no thanks. I just wanted to make sure we didn’t

Eldest, we did a

“Good thinking.”

streets we go, surrounded by silver that gleams under the light of the fourth. Eventually, we find our way down to the docks

ship waiting for me. The wide tub. Ol’ reliable. It’ll be a while sitting on the boat before we get home, but I’m looking forward to

usual pileup on the dock itself as we line up and try to get ourselves onto the boats in good order. It takes a while, but we get loaded on, and

their evolutions alright. I’ve missed the gang terribly. It’s been weird being

about now except the

don’t doubt the brathian mages are keen