Chrysalis

Things were not meant to have gone this way.

Zluth compressed himself a little as he slid to the side, carefully not looking at the gruesome scene taking place nearby. Though, try as he might, there was nothing he could do about the sound.

CRUNCH. CRUNCH. SLURP.

All Zluth really cared about in the moment was that it wasn’t him who’d been on the chopping block. When the Krath’lath was done with her grisly task, she gurgled grotesquely as she absorbed the flesh of her consumed tribesmates.

“Failure is not acceptable,” she said when she had finished. Then turned her stalks toward Zluth, who froze in place for a moment.

“Of course not, Krath’lath. The three urudesh who proposed this assault were clearly inferior, a blight upon our tribe.”

“We are indeed stronger for having removed such weakness,” the Krath’lath agreed, her eyes burning into his. “As the one responsible for the health of our tribe, I only wonder if I have removed all of the failures.”

She was still hungry? Zluth fought with himself to maintain his calm.

“In what way have I failed?” he declared confidently. “I was the one who found the intruders. I was the one who escaped their notice and brought word of their impure mana back to the tribe.”

Burning red eyes atop dozens of stalks turned toward the Krath’lath, who visibly gnashed her teeth. Her body was visibly shuddering in pain as she digested those she had consumed, absorbing their potent acid and using it to refine her own. Punishing weakness was accepted, welcomed, celebrated, within the tribe. Wanton slaughter was… at times forgivable, but not when it would impact the tribe.

A weak tribe would become food for their rivals. Literally.

“Very well,” she declared finally, before she released a particularly noxious cloud of gas. The very air seemed to sizzle with the potency of it, and Zluth felt his own guts roil at the scent.

time, and feasted on many of her fellow Krath.

the time; his position was not strong enough

the Krath’lath declared, grinding her jagged teeth.

their pets to assault the invaders via the river. They’d been confident, and their pets were based on a strong design. Zluth

any further,” Zluth proposed. “We have learned they

slime sizzled into the rock beside

we assault them with pets

do,” the Krath’lath turned her bulging eyes

in his slug-flesh. This was a dangerous moment, but also one with great potential. Fortunately, someone else spoke up to distract attention away

enemies alive,” burbled Zassin. “Once we

As the only Krath to lay eyes on the invaders directly, it was natural that he would

field of corrupted mana at all times. Even entering it will cause harm to us. Only one ant emerges from

that one,

is easily tier seven,

too much for the Krath’lath. Despite her disgustingly distended flesh, she

tackle and hold her down until the rage had passed. When she had regained

a common enough occurrence, so nobody looked at her

Krath

seven or eight…” she

beat to be sure she didn’t intend to speak any

able to get a precise reading of the