Warmoth's Treasury (1)

"Did I… did I just get kicked out?" Replicus said to himself, a dumbfounded look on his face.

It appeared so.

He had been evicted from the Third Layer on account of being… underwhelming. Apparently, he did not meet the bare minimum requirements for a successor of the Warmoth, even in terms of his presence for instance, which was handled by one of his racial skills that empowered the air he radiated. The state it was in, was abysmal according to the creature he had just faced.

Of course, Replicus wasn't at all fazed. He had already begun to doubt his current prowess as the Warmoth's Progeny since fighting Caxellac, noting that there was a great sense of disconnect between his new arm configurations, his transition from Penetrator to Warmoth and his new weaponry – the Warmoth's Spine in particular. He had hardly used it.