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.

in her post for some time, and feasted on many of her fellow Krath. She

his position was not strong enough to warrant

to best torture these invaders,” the Krath’lath declared, grinding

invaders via the river. They’d been confident, and their pets were based on a strong design. Zluth was still surprised it hadn’t worked.

proposed. “We have learned they

glob of iridescent green slime sizzled into

by using our creatures. Every time we assault them with pets or proxies and fail, they will grow

not do,”

for some reason. Zluth felt the stirring of both fear and rage coiling in his slug-flesh. This was a dangerous moment, but also one with

of our enemies alive,” burbled Zassin. “Once we toxify them in the sludge pits, we

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

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

capture that one, then,” the Krath’lath

is easily

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

her down until the rage had passed. When she had regained control of herself, she growled low until they

oneself to the rage was a common enough occurrence, so nobody looked at her the worse for the

amongst the Krath were

tier seven or

a beat to be sure she didn’t intend

is possibly a mythic. I wasn’t able to get a precise