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

don’t sense anything! Certainly no toxic mana….

being released is ever so slightly more dense!

a solution at hand, the ants spring into action, working as industriously as they always do. I’m no exception, since I’m the only one who can gather up the many chunks

monsters and delivering pieces to others inside the safe zone, wherein they are further

won’t last

physically, or even mentally, thanks to my constant state of refreshment, but

clear space. The moment I step inside, I feel a bit better. The purified mana begins to seep into me, warring against the poison I’ve

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

you get this much damage to your carapace? Are

I’m working hard! It’s not easy out there,

Sheesh!

I fight 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

injuries is not the carapace, but my joints, antennae, eyes and other, less well protected bits of myself. Despite regularly flushing my

come over and plop themselves down next to me. Tiny also suffered quite a few burns, but Invidia has been

Crinis, are you

fine, thank

eat any more

[I will… try.]

bit of excitement over at the wuffers from the many core shapers watching over them. Lots of running about, antennae waving