Diego and Alice successfully put the dragon brain inside the storage room and quietly closed the door. With it the last of light evaded the room and darkness made it hard to figure anything out. Not that the fly could see it.

Enough time had passed, and the fly's body was just covered in its own cocoon.

Racial Quest

Complete this quest to undergo a racial change (Pupa -> Fruit Fly AKA Common household fly)

Requirements

Escape the cocoon and stay alive

Rewards

Turn into a fruit fly.

+ Stat bonuses

He felt claustrophobic and lonely. The once comforting threads of silk now turned into cold wet cords clinging to his skin. Wings on his back felt constrained, and he wanted nothing more than to escape.

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He first tried struggled with his hands, tiny sticks that barely affected the silk, aside from a weird wet splurg. His legs were the same. Even when he pushed against the wall of threads with all his 8 legs, it didn't budge in the slightest.

He then tried biting through the cocoon, but to his surprise he noticed his mouth was replaced by something brittle like straw. He kept poking around with his mouth, until a feeling of nausea overcame him almost naturally. The fly refrained from puking, he was hungry, and didn't want to throw his stomach contents up.

For a moment the fly considered imaginating the stream again, but quickly abadoned that idea. It never affected anything outside of his body, so why should he expect anything else?

In his frustration the fly shaked his head, and his wings strangled even further in the mess of threads. A bump at one part of his head shocked him back to reality. The fly frowned. Since when did he have a bulge on his head?

It didn't feel painful to bump stuff with it, in fact, it felt very durable and might even be the hardest part on his body. He analyzed with "Mental Logic" that he might be able to break out with it. It was better than doing nothing.

He bumped against the cocoon. He felt it giving in, and kept pounding. Crack after crack appeared, but no light entered his sight. Blindly he kept pounding, the sooner he was out of this cold place, the better.