Chrysalis

Fighting for several days down in the fifth is a truly unpleasant experience. The only thing that makes it bearable is seeing the gradual transformation taking place within the purified area.

Unable to survive without native, fifth stratum mana, the poisonous moulds, toxic flowers, slime and mucous strands that cover almost every surface here have died off. Even the mucus river, thick and disgusting as it is, can’t help but be somewhat purified by the time it’s made its way through the safe-zone.

If we were to remain here long enough, I wonder if we might see the original, natural environment of the fifth begin to return and flourish, but goodness knows how long that would take. In fact, I doubt it ever could, considering we would need to restore the mana that had persisted here before it had become corrupted. I doubt anyone on Pangera can remember what that was, except perhaps for the Ancients.

However, eventually we reach the end of the experiment, and it’s time to pack up and go home to the fourth.

“The more time we spend in the fifth, the more I want to conquer it,” I confess to Brendant.

The dutiful soldier has been in stellar form as the leader of our expedition. Her cool and collected leadership from the front has been the anchor holding this entire operation in place. Honestly, I’ve been impressed.

“I think I know what you mean, Eldest,” she confesses. “This place rejects any attempt to even live here with such ferocity, I can’t help but want to rise to the challenge.”

The Colony is in the process of removing all our temporary defences and earthworks. Naturally, we terraformed the safe-zone to be as convenient as possible, but since we’re leaving, there’s no reason to leave it behind and let the Krath go over everything.

I have no doubt that they’re watching us, but the damn slugs are so sneaky I can barely catch a whiff of them with any of my senses. Their mana, their appearance, their scent, everything about them blends into the fifth so perfectly they’re practically indistinguishable from a wall. Every time I think I’ve caught a glimpse of one, it vanishes just as quickly.

didn’t stop

spawning in

do you think the Krath will have waiting for us when we return?” I

them, but they don’t know anything about us either. Winning the war for information will be

Solant has a plan

has a plan in every

method. I shudder to think just how detailed the plans for invading the fifth have become at this point. The thought of hundreds of

we supposed to get information on

her antennae

So long as they don’t manage to overwhelm us, we will absorb their pressure and counter attack with double the force. Under Solant’s command, agility and adaptability

willingness to shift strategy and methods can be powerful. Heck, there’s nothing she won’t throw away or change in order to

the last to be taken up to the fourth, seeing as how the safe-zone must be maintained at all times. Eventually, the time comes, and the happily chuffing pets are gathered up from their place on the specially constructed pads and lifted up into the shaft above. Once

enchantment removed and then the ants themselves

the last remaining members, and I send the three of

my way across the roof, I spy a pair of eyes peeking out from