Chrysalis

Morrelia watched the brathian fleet sailing in the distance. She’d watched Anthony’s confrontation with the Phoenix of Light with bated breath, certain she was about to watch the bizarre monster meet his end. Fearful of invoking the Child-Emperor’s wrath, the fleet had sat at anchor, unwilling to intervene as the fight played out.

How to explain the complicated emotions she felt? Anthony was… less of a monster and… though it was difficult to admit… something of a friend. She’d spent a fair bit of time with him on the surface, and he’d never done anything other than be helpful and conscientious. Even if his behaviour was… eccentric, to say the least.

As she’d watched his body fall, she’d felt… sad. It was a shame, and a waste of potential, to see him be snuffed out like that. What would happen to the Colony, with their guiding light extinguished? Who would account for the incredible things that monster would have achieved in the future? He’d stated the Colony was going to cleanse the fifth with such certainty she’d begun to think the impossible might just become possible. The doubt of others had never stopped those ants before.

More personally, she had begun to mourn someone that she had begun to think of as just a good person. Nobody in command could tell her why the tier seven mythic monster had decided to charge headlong into one of the most secure locations in all of Pangera, but she could guess. When she’d been asked to speculate on the possible motivations of the giant ant, she’d said as much. Almost nothing motivated Anthony to battle more than the safety of his family.

Commander Chyron had scowled at her words, but eventually, she was proven correct. An ant had been abducted in the city, the authorities confirmed it themselves.

“What they won’t tell me,” Chyron growled, “is if they’ve checked to see if it’s alive.”

The Legion’s mages had been busy communicating with the Legion fort stationed in the Golden City. After an incident like this, she was certain the diplomatic corps would be working their guts out, but answers were always slow to come from the bureaucracy.

“Have our own Dungeon seers checked?” Morrelia asked, confused.

They had some on board, surely they could tell without having to rely on anyone else.

“One says yes and one says no,” Chyron replied shortly.

in front of her. The markers indicating the brathian fleet were drawing further away each moment. A

that if he’s alive, his lifeforce is so weak it’s difficult to check. The mages of the Tower are declining to check, and for the life of me, I can’t figure

belongs on Royal Road.

answer, commander.” A new figure stepped

tribune, placed in charge of the mages in this Legion. With a plain face and rust-coloured hair, he was average in almost

news for me, Joshen,” Chyron grunted,

explanation. I’ve been speaking to an old

Morrelia’s brows rose.

were

The mage shrugged lightly.

I described our difficulty getting information out of the Tower, and she told

name of the Iron Mountain are

ordered Rammon the Phoenix to kill

watched it happen,” Morrelia said

matters. The Child-Emperor ordered the monster to die and the guardian beast responded. So… for the mages of the

Chyron

chest, but she didn’t let it spark into a flame just

the same grounds? We have