Chrysalis

By the time we manage to isolate some small pieces and place them into the wuffer intake pipes, several of the lousy monsters have pulled themselves back together and I’m forced to chomp them again. Repeated exposure to toxicity and acid is really starting to take a toll on me, and I’m going to need a break sooner rather than later.

Even Tiny is struggling inside the safe-zone, his fur becoming patchy in areas where he’s been burned. Invidia is staying close by, healing and cleansing him as much as he can, but I can tell the ape is getting worn down.

Using the heavily enchanted trenches drawing toxic mana toward the groups of wuffers as a delivery system seems to make the most sense. It’ll get the problem to the wuffers and isolate it from the rest of the safe-zone at the same time. The only concern is… how will the happy wibble-wobble pets take it?

Even I watch with bated breath as the test sample is absorbed. The wuffers have been happily doing their thing for ages now, absorbing the toxic mana in a constant stream and releasing a dense cloud of purified energy that fills the safe-zone.

For a moment, it’s difficult to tell what is happening. Even my senses struggle to keep tabs on such a small bit of mana.

[Invidia, can you tell what’s happening in there?]

[It appearssss the pieces have been absssorbed.]

[Oh snap. So one of the wuffers has actually taken it in?]

[Yesssss.]

A few moments later, I pester him again.

[So… what’s happening now?]

[Waitssss a moment.]

Exactly one moment later.

[How about now?]

be able to sssense

the wuffers, confused. I don’t

released is ever so slightly more dense! It actually

spring into action, working as industriously as they always do. I’m no exception, since I’m the only one who can

pieces to others inside the safe zone, wherein they are further ‘processed’

back against the fifth and expanding the safe-zone beyond its previous limit. It won’t last long, this is a

physically, or even mentally, thanks to my constant state of refreshment, but I am thoroughly toxified at the moment and my body does

mana begins to seep into me, warring against the poison I’ve absorbed. I turn my weary

it the worst, they’ve been etched and melted by the act of biting and carrying chunks

the healers mutters. “How did you get this much

It’s not easy out there, you

Sheesh!

I fight only makes it worse by spreading goop, slime or mucous

joints, antennae, eyes and other, less well protected bits of myself. Despite regularly flushing my system with regeneration fluid, the damage outpaces my rate of healing

and plop themselves down next to me. Tiny also

work, gang. Crinis, are you feeling better? No major

fine, thank

eat any more

[I will… try.]

the many core shapers watching over them. Lots of running about, antennae