Satisfied, he turned to the form suspended upside down from the roof, the bright steel wire mesh of the netting shining red in the dim light. A demon of ignorance, one of his most detested variants, filthy mind mages that they were, provided by the city lord himself. The creature didn’t move, couldn’t move, not so much as twitch an eyelid, such was the paralytic effect Alir had put it under. However, it was still conscious, and he looked it carefully in the eye as he began the ritual.
“Monster,” he intoned. “I take now your life, your experience, and your essence. In the name of the Path, I do this. Be at ease, for you will not fade from this world, but be passed down to another in your entirety.”
So speaking, he tapped a foot on the floor and concentrated as the matrix came to life. A ghostly tendril emerged from the chalice and reached for the creature hanging above, connecting to its flesh. After a few seconds, a single, shining drop of silver liquid pooled on the monster’s head and dropped into the cup waiting below. Then another. Then another.
Alir watched, concentration never wavering as the holy work was done.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
53. Surf’s up!
[Get him, Tiny! Hit him with the left! Then the right! Ooooo, here comes the C-C-C-COMBO!]
The big ape flashes a grin, more than a little happy with my ongoing fight commentary as he duels with the latest demonic offering from the third stratum. A particularly nasty, snake-like creature with a huge number of clawed hands rising from its back to form a hood similar to what a cobra would have. This is the first of its kind that we’ve come across, and I sent Tiny out to have the first crack at it. He’s Levelled his Skills significantly over the last few days of concentrated fighting, and so far he’s managing to more than hold his own against his opponent.
As he should! I don’t care about this “first stratum is weaker than third stratum” nonsense, he’s a full tier above it! I refuse to accept that we are significantly weaker just because we happened to be born higher up. I won’t accept this prejudice!
[Get ’em, Tiny! Look for the upper, the upper!]
Totally unnecessary advice on my part, since Tiny is always hunting for that sweet, sweet uppercut. A few moments later, after a masterful feint, he finds a chance when the snake demon rises above him, either to bite or perhaps grapple with the ape using its many clawed hands. Big mistake! Light as a dancer on his feet, the giant ape glides forward, his body held low, hands in close to the chest as he drops his centre of mass and begins to rotate his shoulders.
Here it comes!
His hands flash with light as he activates his Skill, forming a giant fist of pure energy that manifests in front of his own. In one burst, his wings unfurl to their full length and he leaps, springing from the ground, sending the punch straight into the chin of the looming demon whose head smacks straight into the roof of the tunnel with a thunderous crack, the stone above splitting on impact.
Groggy from the blow, the snake-thing reels, trying to put some distance between it and the furious ape-boxer, but Tiny is having none of it. Shoulders forward, he charges with surprising speed, his wings beating a powerful rhythm to give a boost of acceleration. As he closes the distance, his fists come alight with chittering electricity that ripples down his shoulders and coalesces around his hands in a near-blinding light.
[Yeah, Tiny! Finish it!] I cheer from the safety of the back row.
He sways left, then right, then plunges forward, hands flickering as he punches with maximum speed. Still recovering from the previous blow, the snake struggles to react, trying to swat at the gorilla with its tail but failing to push him away as he lays blow after blow into its body, each one discharging a potent jolt of electricity that sizzles flesh and shocks nerves. Once he gets going, there’s no stopping him, and the furious rush of punches doesn’t cease until the enemy lies still, overcome by the pummelling.
[Yeah! Good job, Tiny! Drag that thing back this way, we’ll get some Biomass out of it for sure.]
[What about me, Master? Have I done well?]
I turn to Crinis, who’s spent this entire time fighting off masses of shadow beasts by herself, allowing Tiny the space to have his one versus one. Dozens upon dozens of tentacles ranging in thickness from wire-thin to tree trunk move in a constant flurry of grabbing, twisting, or bending monsters into shapes they were never intended to be. The fear effect triggers in numerous enemies, sending them scurrying in terror from the dark orchestra that Crinis is conducting. When it comes to thinning out large groups, she really is in a class of her own.
[You did exceptionally well, Crinis. Can you cover us whilst we retreat back to the lines?]
[I will!]
[Alright then, let’s go!]
Full of good cheer, we march back the short distance to the defensive wall of the Colony and slip inside, turning over the defence to the detachment of soldiers, scouts, generals, and mages placed here. Healed up and rested thanks to us taking over their duties for a few hours, the ants look fighting fit and eager to get back to work. Tiny drags through his hard-won Biomass, and once we clear the second defensive line with its second garrison getting ready to rotate with the previous one, we settle down to eat and discuss our progress.
[Still not Level 80, Master,] Crinis reports mournfully. [I have gone past fifty, however.]
[How about you, Tiny?] I ask the big ape.
He shoves huge mouthfuls of Biomass into his face, and just waggles a hand back and forth to indicate ‘about the same’.
Hmm. The Levelling is going well, all things considered. Despite the huge amount of fighting we’re doing, there are simply too many weaker monsters to boost them any faster. If it weren’t for the juicy XP they were getting from the tier four demons who pop up relatively frequently, it would be a far slower grind. Even so, I’m happy with how things are going, and I try to encourage my first two pets.
[You’re doing super well,] I praise them. [We are going to keep grinding at this until you are both the same tier as me. We aren’t going to fight in the third stratum until I’m confident we will be able to survive down there, and that means evolutions. Keep doing what you’re doing and we’re going to be fine.]
With Tiny and Crinis reassured, I turn my attentions to the roof.
“And how are all of you going? You have a deadline, don’t forget. When this wave is done, any of you who aren’t tier five will be barred from coming with me to the third stratum, you hear me?”
“…Yes. We’re making progress,” comes the muttered reply from thin air.
“Nice. This is for your own good. I won’t hear any excuses.”
The past few days have been rough on the Colony, the endlessly surging wave is putting pressure on the defenders all around our territory, especially in the deeper half. No matter how much we try to help, the moment we arrive at the next site, the defenders are hard-pressed and struggling to hold on. We relieve them for a while, let them get their legs back under them, only for them to be back under the pump the moment we leave.
It’s not as if the ants aren’t improving either. This sort of sustained combat is giving them Skill Levels and Biomass out the wazoo, but with every hour that goes by, the wave grows more intense. The Mana levels continue to rise and the strength of the monsters coming out of the depths keeps growing. It won’t be much longer until we start to see tier five demons showing up in small numbers, I feel confident of that.