Bacchus had claimed one of the hidden alcoves of this tunnel. He was distantly aware that children took time to hatch, and while he was a patient being, he was obsessed with the concept of legacy. The sooner his legacy was in this world, the better.

He was still visibly somewhat wounded from fighting the Skrungler so recently. But he did not want to wait. He wished to meet his spawn.

It was certain to be a intriguing creature. He hoped that it inherited the best traits of both the creature he had killed for this purple topaz, and more importantly, the traits of Bacchus himself. This was his legacy, after all.

And so he focused a great deal of his magic upon the stone. Enough to land him in chrysalis, in all likelihood, but also enough to guarantee this stone's life.

He was right about the magic usage being significant enough to land him in chrysalis.

But as the red chrysalis formed around him, before he fell deeper into rest, he could see the purple topaz's chrysalis forming too.

Satisfaction consumed him, and he felt pride.

And then his own chrysalis closed around him.

[Exit Bacchus]