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?]

sssshould be able to sssense it

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

the purified mana being released is ever so

as industriously as they always do. I’m no exception, since I’m the only one who can gather up

the safe zone, wherein they are further ‘processed’ until they can be fed into the

and expanding the safe-zone beyond its previous limit. It won’t last long, this is a temporary boost after all, since the wuffers can only maintain this level of output while

to my constant state of refreshment, but I am thoroughly

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 absorbed. I turn my weary mind-constructs over

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

of the healers mutters. “How did you get this much damage to your carapace?

I’m working hard! It’s not easy

Sheesh!

the fifth is strong, sure, and every monster I fight only makes it worse by spreading goop, slime or mucous which is even more acidic. However, my carapace

injuries is not the carapace, but my 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

over and plop themselves down next to me. Tiny also suffered quite a few burns,

you feeling better? No major

no… I’m fine, thank

don’t eat any more fifth

[I will… try.]

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