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?]

able to sssense it

wuffers, confused. I don’t sense anything! Certainly no

mana being released is

I’m no exception, since I’m the only one

up monsters and delivering pieces to others inside the safe zone, wherein they are further ‘processed’ until they can be fed into the toxic mana lines and eventually absorbed by

its previous limit. It won’t

or even mentally, thanks to my constant state of refreshment, but I am thoroughly toxified at

warring against the poison I’ve absorbed. I turn my weary mind-constructs over to meticulously

and melted by the act

“How did you get this much damage to your carapace? Are you even

hard! It’s not

Sheesh!

only makes it worse by spreading goop, slime or mucous which is even more acidic. However, my carapace is made of gravity compressed diamond. It’s dense. Absurdly dense. It’s going to take a heck of

carapace, but my joints, antennae, eyes and other, less well protected bits of myself. Despite

themselves down next to me. Tiny also suffered quite a few burns, but Invidia has

work, gang. Crinis, are you

no… I’m fine,

don’t eat any more fifth stratum

[I will… try.]

quite a bit of excitement over at the wuffers from the many core shapers watching over them. Lots