Chrysalis

Zluth could hardly believe what his eyestalks were seeing. Just to be certain, he extended them up from the pool of muca-sludge he’d currently flattened his body into a little further. The same sight met his gaze.

The ants from above… had descended?

And not just descended… they were… attempting to taint the fifth!

It was so absurd it almost made him want to laugh. It was so infuriating it almost caused his slug flesh to boil. How dare they? HOW DARE THEY?!

No, no. It wasn’t time to let the rage run loose, this was a time for cunning, stealth and schemes. As much as he wanted to scrape these filthy insects to shreds with his radula and gulp them down, he needed to be patient. After observing, he would report back to the tribe and they could plan together how to deal with this… incursion.

The thought of the joy the tribe would soon experience as they tore these invaders apart… it was almost enough to slake the endless rage that burned within his kind.

Zluth controlled himself, applying his iron will and pulling in any sign of his mana, holding himself tight and small. When he was convinced his own energy signature was indistinguishable from that which surrounded him, he began to move. Compressed flat, his slug body was only a few inches thick, and he undulated over the ground like a sinister puddle. Amongst the mould, slime and sludge that coated every surface in the fifth, he was impossible to see.

After covering a dozen metres, he extended his eyes once more to take in the surroundings.

Such organised and pretty ranks. A neat and clean army, polished

they making it? It offended his senses on a fundamental level. The primitive Dungeon spawn were already drawn to it, seeking to eradicate the unwelcome

any creatures from elsewhere in the Dungeon. To the Krath, it was their greatest defence, and their most valuable weapon.

a thought, he excreted a layer of slime

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see a giant, giant ant

ant, he’d seen it before! He pulled all sense of his presence tight and

beneath him. After a minute, the ant moved away, travelling closer to the area of foul mana. Heading back for

stalk rose from his mass, taking a rapid glance in all

ant had retreated, a powerful monster, that one, a prime candidate for the

through enchanted channels of some sort. Hidden deep in the middle of the ant formation, they were relatively safe, and seemed

rage within Zluth. Doing such a thing to the mana of his home… it was… sacrilegious. It was the virulent mana of the fifth that would overflow and coat the entire Dungeon in its filth. They would be the ones to change

they heard of this. With the full might of the tribe, they would crush this incursion and throw the ants

Zluth retracted the stalk

slight tremor in the