Chrysalis

Before Crinis can dive headlong into the enemy and give herself a terminal case of toxic mana poisoning, I rush back to the safe-zone, alerting the ants as I go.

“We’ve got an attack! Weird… things coming out of the river!”

Once I’m close enough, I use my antennae to try and scrape Crinis off my carapace and fling her into the purified mana, but she clings onto me, refusing to go. More accurately, she lets her body become shadow, and my antennae just slide straight through her. Heck of a trick.

[Crinis, get into the safe-zone, that’s an order.]

[I want to help fight!]

[Sure, do it from inside there. Go! Shoo!]

Unable to resist a direct order, she has no choice but to accede to my demand and slink back inside the blue mana. Invidia is already there, hovering over the blob of darkness, healing and cleansing her of the infection she’s accumulated.

Seriously, eating the things that live here is dangerous business. If we could work out a way to clean the Biomass so we could consume it safely, that would go a long way to helping us break through the stratum.

Considering there’s literal tons of inedible monster coming towards me right now, it’s a bit unfortunate we haven’t worked out that solution yet. Ah well, no time to worry about it now, I’ve got weird… slime things to destroy!

Colony. The only problem with that strategy is the fact the river runs all the way down the length

it? Let’s just say it doesn’t seem to agree with them. The moment the monsters emerge, they writhe in pain as the mana which is safe for us proves to be deadly toxic

there, but one of them jumped the gun when

monsters in there! I’ll deal with the ones

narrative is not

his bat-like face. With a primal roar, the

They seem to be able to pull themselves back together or something. Keep fighting until

the news that these opponents can take a lot of punishment only seems to

exposure, and getting wrapped up by half a dozen of these

me, crawling over the rock floor of the tunnel in a disgusting tangle of gloopy limbs. The muck of the river sloughs off them as they move, leaving a trail behind that will have to be cleaned up

are shockingly quick for their size, squelching and slurping as they use their many limbs to propel themselves forward. Every now and again, I catch a glimpse of their gnashing maws,

been like this the first

let’s see how they

shoot limbs toward me, trying to latch on and poison me further. Using my reflexes and forewarning, I dodge efficiently out

VOID CHOMP!