Chrysalis Chapter 909 - Soul Crushing

Chapter 909 - Soul Crus.h.i.+ng

Once the council meeting ends it's almost as if I feel a gear s.h.i.+ft within the Colony. By the time I make it back to Orpule the change has already occurred and ants who I thought couldn't possibly work any faster are zipping about like possessed creatures. A steady flow of burning determination creeps into me through the Vestibule as the tens of thousands of my siblings within range are all furiously devoted to completing even more tasks than they were before. More than once I find myself offering cautionary warnings to ensure that they all get enough rest, otherwise they may end up getting more sleep than they bargained for.

Such warnings are never welcome, per se, but they are usually heeded, and with good reason. If the ants are pus.h.i.+ng themselves too hard and the work becomes sloppy they do more harm than help.

The Grove Keeper is initially delighted when I report back to him that we've decided to accept his proposal but his enthusiasm dims when I outline exactly what we are offering.

[This is not exactly what the Mother Tree was hoping for,] he rumbles solemnly.

[Yeah well, she was basically hoping we'd throw away tens of thousands of lives in order to keep her alive and flouris.h.i.+ng, which just isn't going to happen. The Colony is in a precarious position right now, which you know, more to the point, the tree knows, so I think she should be, quite frankly, exceptionally grateful that we are going to send our very best and most powerful ants to help her hold out. When we have the capacity to help more, then we will.]

[She did not hold back when she a.s.sisted you.]

[Even if that were true, which I can't confirm, so what? You want us all to jump off a cliff? We're ants, not lemmings! Don't think I haven't realised that you're being more than a little reluctant to share details with us about exactly what we would be up against down there. If the Mother Tree, and all of her children, can't deal with these termites then how exactly you expect an army of tier four monsters, no matter how large it is, to deal with the problem is a little beyond me!]

The giant wooden figure slumps a little, real sadness evident in its infinitely deep brown eyes. After a long moment he turns back to the bountiful plants behind him which rustle indignantly for a while before he turns back.

[Mother is not pleased, but she wants me to make it clear that she understands. I have been given permission to reveal a little more of what is happening in order to clarify her position.]

He takes a long breath, the leaves that cover his body fluttering at the sudden inhalation before he lets it all out in a gust of wind.

[The Mother Tree is a monster,] he says.

A pause.

[I mean. Yeah? I knew that.]

Isn't that obvious?! Everyone knows that!

[Hmmmmm. It isn't something that we usually confirm,] The Keeper tells me sternly. [And it is relevant to this topic. The matter at hand isn't Mother, it is us, her children.]

[In what way? I mean… you guys get sp.a.w.ned like we ants do, no?]

At least, I don't know of any other way that it could be done. Monsters can't reproduce in any other way. We don't have a need to, since we're sp.a.w.ned by the Dungeon itself.

The big tree shakes his head.

[No,] he says firmly, [we are not. The Mother Tree did not wish to create a race of monsters, sp.a.w.ned using the means of the Dungeon, since then we would be as mistreated and maligned as she is. It took hundreds of years, and only after ascending to a very high tier was she able to achieve it, but she found another way. In effect, we bruan'chii each contain a portion of Mother's soul. Combined with the method she employs of growing extensions of herself, she was able to create an entirely new form of life, us, disconnected from the Dungeon.]

Hang on a second.

[Are you telling me she literally breaks shards off her own soul to make you guys?]

[Hmmmmm. This is true.]

YIKES. I knew she was crazy, but holy moly! This is the next level! It's also h.e.l.la impressive. She didn't just sp.a.w.n new monsters, she made an entirely new race, one that is accepted by the System. In order to do it, she takes on a heck of a cost though.

[The reason we are so threatened by this new enemy, is not because they are stronger than us, or stronger than Mother, but because the kaarmodo have discovered how we were made, and engineered their insect weapons to target us specifically.]

I have a sinking feeling in my abdomen that tells me I know exactly where this is going.

[Let me guess. These are some sort of soul devouring termite? They get a hold of you and then eat the shard you contain, which indirectly damages your mother?]

[And makes it impossible for her to recreate us,] he nods, [normally, even should we die, or the materials that comprise our bodies are reclaimed, we live on within the tree, and she can spin us back out whenever we desire. Those who have fallen to the termites are forever lost and now she refuses to allow us to fight them at all. Though she is capable of great things, the Mother Tree cannot do this fight alone, her weapons are not effective against creatures who are designed to consume a monster like her.]

[Good thing you shared this with me. It's helping a whole lot to garner my sympathy. At least now I understand why you reached out to us at the time that you did. Look, the first wave will establish a defensive perimeter, create fortifications and ensure that no further significant damage is done to your mother. From there we will hold the line until enough reinforcements are available that we can finish the job. Alright? We will finish the war for you, just not immediately.]

[Hmmmmm. It will do.]

With that the Grove Keeper turns back to the garden behind him, no doubt to confer with his Mother. A moment later all the greenery ripples as a ma.s.sive pulse of energy flows through every leaf and vine.

[What the h.e.l.l was that?!] I say.

[Mother has accepted your terms. She is bringing up the energy and materials that she needs to construct the gate. This is no light thing for her to do, friend. I hope that you are able to do as you've said.]

[Ha. When it comes to eating termites, you won't find a better ally than us.]

Nearby, Brilliant watches all the goings on with wide, glittering eyes.

"It's amazing!" she screams. "I HAVE TO SEE MORE!"

A moment later she dove into the garden and vanished within the second.