Chapter 18: Ash in the air

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Chapter 18 - Ash in the airI retreated inward, folding my outer vines into a protective dome, leaving only my sensory roots buried just beneath the soil like antennae. My breath, if it could still be called that slowed. The territory was listening. The ash thickened. The enemy? It drifted from the canopy, sifted between the air like slow-motion embers. Not a fire. Not yet. But the heat in the soil told a different story. It was soaking into the ground. Spreading. Cooking the topsoil alive, terraforming the soil I called home. An intrusion. No, an invasion. 'Just what type of enemy is this?!' Tension bubbled within me like coiled muscles, heightening my adrenaline levels. My tendrils whispered across the forest floor, slipping through brush and roots, touching the corpses it left behind. A shriveled moss-patch, veins seared black. A withered pitcher plant, cracked like dried leather. Everything in its path was dry. Dead. Like someone had dragged a sunbeam through the jungle. And then... DING! ~----~ [System Notification!] [Damage Forecast Active] – Prolonged exposure to thermal aura may induce withering in peripheral stalks. >Suggested Action: Defensive adaptation. ~----~ 'Great!' I am so enthused. A first look at this set of notifications would emphasize one thing, danger. The encroaching, creeping danger threatening to suffocate me, slowly driving me crazy. But I didn't focus on that. Instead, I read in between the lines; I looked at something else entirely that this system notifications showed. These notifications meant encroaching danger, but they also meant that the enemy was close. Closer than ever before. I hissed under my breath, my internal core thrumming with tension. I didn't even notice my leaves shivering until I saw my kin plant; a slender fern-like creature barely half my height, curling inward, mirroring my dread. He had no idea what was coming. I wasn't sure I did either, but the dread curling through me infected him. Twenty meters now. The tension was palpable now. I could feel the subtle tremors of its movement. I could feel it literally reverberating through my stem, singing a lullaby of dread, and death. Then I heard it. A step. Not loud. Not heavy, but purposeful. Measured. A foot pressing into the scorched forest, pausing just long enough to taste the silence, then moving forward again. The rhythm and stalwart confidence of a predator who knew it had already won. 'The nerve of this bastard!' I snarled. Seventeen meters. Spite and rage was simmering again, but I forced calm into my system. This time, I felt like giving in to rage would do more harm than good. Instead of giving in to rage and chaos, I embraced order. Calculative order. Control. Order. Instinct. My vines slithered just beneath the dirt, positioning themselves in tripwires and razor meshes. I adjusted pheromone excretion to mask the breath of life, camouflaging myself as decaying flora. Still. Waiting. Maybe it was all useless. After all, this was not a plant, but a beast who could see with eyes, but I did it nonetheless. And then, a shriek broke the stillness. Somewhere to the north, a plant in my outer territory screamed. Not in sound, but in signal. A call of distress. One of my thorn proxies. An alarm! It died mid-scream, then another system notification appeared. ~----~ [Proxy Thorn Node Terminated – External attack confirmed!] >Remaining Distance: 12 meters. >New Trait Identified: Thermal Fang Bite. Cauterization confirmed. ~----~ seaʀᴄh thё Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. It was biting. It was eating. 'A beast'. I confirmed. I felt it then; a presence, oily and malevolent, pressing against the edge of my awareness. Not like other beasts who wandered blindly into my domain. This one... it was probing. Testing. Calculating. It knew what it was doing. It wanted me to feel it coming. It was enjoying the fear. 'The Cinderrend Jackal'. The name came to me naturally like the name of other monsters in the cursed world of Echoterra came to me. No visual yet, only fragments from trembling vines. It moved like smoke, limbs too slender to support the damage it caused. Its body emitted heat like a furnace, but its steps were deliberate, predatory. Nothing like the mindless carnivores I'd devoured before. I whispered inward, adjusting root pressure. I triggered sap-based coolant flow, forced chlorophyll reserves to thicken my outer bark. Adapt. Survive. Kill. Ten meters. Nine. Seven. A sudden silence. Then... movement. Whoosh! A blur of heat tore through my left flank. My outer vine screen exploded into flame, flash-cooked into black ash in less than a second. I didn't see it, but the aura it carried scalded everything it passed. My vines... I screamed but there was no time to grieve. I retaliated. Every hidden spike, every ambush vine, every trap I had prepared detonated in a single mental pulse. Dozens of barbed whips snapped from the soil, converging on the heat source in a net of thorns. SNAP! A flash. A burn. A scream... but not from me this time. Contact. It bled. A slash of molten blood hit the ground and hissed like acid. But it wasn't dead. The heat flared again, and something slammed into my core stalk. Hard. A collision like thunder, a furnace wrapped in bone and claw. I reeled, thorns fracturing, inner vines trembling. My vision blurred; my territory screamed. I countered with a lashing thorn vine aimed directly at the heat mass. Hit. This time I saw it, a glimpse. Slick black fur that shimmered like hot coal, eyes like burning pits, teeth too long for its snout, each glowing faintly, smoking as it snarled. Its limbs were long, jagged, with scorched patches where fire had consumed even itself. And from its body radiated a wave of destruction. It wasn't just a predator. It was designed to consume plants. And then, the notification I've been dearly hoping for. DING! ~----~ [WARNING: You have encountered a Wandering Apex Predator: The Cinderrend Jackal!] [Type: Fire-aligned beast, anti-plant predator.] [Threat Level: Extreme.] [Features: Sleek body, ember-coated fangs, emits a heat aura that wilts plant matter. Hunts during twilight.] ~----~ 'Hehe'. 'Perfect, just perfect'. 'Motherf*cking goddamn perfect!'

Chapter 18: Ash in the air

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