“Sloan! I’m a little surprised to see you out of the main nest. How are things travelling up there?”
The two generals of the council have been locked in the main nest managing the two-sided conflict to the best of their abilities. We’ve been relying on them to be the organisers and decision makers when it comes to overall strategy, a heavy burden I was only too happy to not be a part of.
She gives a weary wave of an antenna.
“Busy,” she sighs. “Very busy. Things are constantly changing, and the colony is now so large that keeping track of all the moving parts is impossible.”
“Are we really growing that fast? Are the second and third nests operational now?”
“Yes, and producing new brood at full capacity. The Brood Tenders have been in a frenzy, trying to ensure the Academy handles the load. There are still teams out there expanding territory and securing resources for the hatchlings even whilst this conflict goes on. Making sure every area has the resources they need has been difficult.”
That only makes sense. Nothing is more important than the brood and hatchlings, they’re the future of the colony! No matter what is happening out here, the colony has to ensure the next generation is cared for.
“What brings you down here then? Getting bored being locked upstairs? Keen to get your mandibles dirty on the frontlines?” I tease.
“Something like that,” she surprises me. “Victor and I decided we needed to get a better sense of what’s happening, so we each came to a separate battleline. This way, we’ll have a more direct understanding.”
“Are you sure you didn’t just get sick of feeling as if you were hiding in the nest and wanted to experience a bit of danger?” I accuse.
My antennae poke forward in an accusatory fashion, pinning the smaller general on the spot.
“N-no, of course not,” Sloan plays it cool and waves away my concern.
“Hmm,” I eye her with suspicion.
Is it possible that the selfless danger-seeking instincts of the colony are still this prevalent? My re-education campaign will be strict indeed.
“How are things on the other front?” I allow myself to get diverted by the question I really want to ask.
“Bloody. The fighting is much more direct there than here. Sarah has agreed to engage as well, and with her help, we’ve been able to take the fight right to the golgari for the time being.”
I’m shocked.
“Sarah? Really? I really didn’t think she’d be willing… Hopefully, she’s alright.”
It’s hard to imagine that reserved and timid person fighting in a gruesome battle, even if she is a ginormous death bear of doom.
“Things on this front are downright boring in comparison to that,” I shrug. “We’ve just been probing and retreating.”
The general gives me an odd look.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m just surprised you’re being so patient and going along with what we asked, eldest,” she tells me frankly.
I’m tempted to deal out a THWACK for that… but it’s too accurate. I’ve been biding my time waiting for the Skill fusion to occur, patiently grinding Levels. I’ve no need to hold back anymore.
“That may change in the next battle,” I answer and Sloan nods.
“We predicted as much. Victor thought you’d crack earlier, I’m the winner of this bet,” she says, looking smug.
THWACK!
It isn’t long until my newfound lack of restraint is put to the test. The Legion wants to push our lines back faster and faster, it would seem, meaning the harassing core shapers have been pulled back and I, along with the more martial caste members, have been put back on the line of fire.
The overall strategy of the colony is still to give ground to the Legion, but I intend to make them pay a steeper price this time. You could say I want them to experience the gravity of the situation.
Gwehehehehe.
So it is that when the Legion appears before me, advancing upon us once more, I no longer trouble myself with flinging wind. Instead, I power up a Gravity Bomb. It’s been a long time since I tried to harness this level of energy, but my minds work together once again to bring that dark purple Mana out of the Gravitational Mana Gland and begin to compress it into a miniature sphere of crushing power that I’ve come to know and love.
As the Mana becomes denser and more compressed, unruly, and wild, I see a response from the enemy lines. As I thought, with this level of Mana being gathered, it doesn’t take them long to be able to detect it. I can’t even put any attention toward trying to disguise the build-up, since I want all of my mental muscle dedicated to creating the biggest bomb I can.
The reaction is fast from the other side. The Legionaries stop advancing and brace their shield line. From where I stand, I can see their mages move to the front, preparing shields and readying themselves to break apart my spell once I unleash it.
As if I would let it be that easy!
[Let them have it!]
[Sssssshall I take everythingggg? Even their sssssouls?]
Invidia sounds delighted to be let off the chain, his eye shining with a dangerous light.
101. It’s da Bomb
My minds are pushed to the breaking point. Containing this level of energy isn’t easy, and it doesn’t get easier. One might think my increasing stats and Levels would make this process more manageable, but in fact, all it does is allow me to push further and make a more destructive Gravity Bomb! What sort of moron would keep the power of the spell the same? That would be madness. Madness!
As I squeeze and crush the Mana together, working my minds to the limit of my strength, Invidia floats forward, delighted to be let off the leash. Not just a little let off the leash either, totally free of my many restrictions.
He’s a powerful monster in his own right, this little demon, and I only managed to defeat him based on a superior knowledge of jumping. Now all that power is directed toward the defensive line of the Legion as they await my spell.
It starts with explosions, as it usually does. The tunnel is suddenly rocked with detonations that shake the dust from the stone roof and pierce the oppressive dark with scattered bursts of light.
BOOM! BOOM!
The little ball flits gleefully in the air, his two long, stick-thin arms dangling down past the wide Cheshire-grin that appears beneath his body.
[Even if you want to keep it. I wantssss your life!] he purrs.
His eye flashes bright with green energy as Mana begins to accumulate within the orb. Explosions continue to pummel the shield wall as the envy demon prepares his most powerful attack. The speed he pulls it together still puts me to shame, his eye nearly bursting with Mana before I’m even close to completing my Gravity Bomb. One more evolution and I’ll show you! Damn eyeball.
Ignorant of my own envy, Invidia grins and darts forward, unleashing a terrifying ray of green energy. The eye beam of death lives again! Even focused on my own growing ball of doom, I take particular interest in watching the Legion deal with this situation. The mages brace hard, more barriers springing to life even as they reach out with their minds to break the magic apart. The beam travels so fast, they don’t get much time before it impacts, shattering one shield after the other until it crashes into the front line of soldiers.
Each one supports the other Legionary around them, their defensive shields coalescing into one defensive line. The green ray tries to drill through, a piercing whine rising in the tunnel as the two forces contest each other. Finally, the beam scatters across the face of the shield wall and disperses, having failed to break through.