Chapter 51: King of the abyss

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Chapter 51: King of the abyssThe sunken chamber in the Forgotten Atlanta Expanse was a crucible of chaos, Mycoglyphs flaring like the eyes of a waking god. Clayton Hunt knelt by the root cluster, his humanoid form bloodied, Heartseed Core teetering on collapse as the Verdant Apostate’s Echoes of Ruin surged; a spectral wave of psychic despair, her ghostly tendrils screaming with betrayed oaths. The Ironblood Remnants, led by Commander Drayce, fired plasma lances, their Null Lance charging to burn both Clayton and the Apostate. Torn in between both, Clayton felt like he was not just losing himself physically, but mentally too. His sanity was being pushed to the brink. Survival was a marathon away. And yet, spite kept him going. His Verdant Lord form, incomplete but radiant, shielded him with thorned vines, Core Maw snapping at spectral threads, but his Genesis Threshold was a heartbeat from shattering. "Everybody wants a piece of me," Clayton rasped, blood staining his smirk, dark humor defiant. He was tired, fed up, exhausted, but he hid it all behind his humor. "Three hundred years and I’m still the main event". He grinned. "Well, if this is how I die, then it’s worth it!" He said, but inside, he was screaming. ’I’ll be damned if you lots can kill me! Brats!’ The Expanse quaked, sentient roots bursting through the ceiling, stone raining as the budding Rootsite, tied to the Earthcore Signal slowly awoke. The air thickened with cosmic horror, the chamber no longer stone but a living maw, Mycoglyphs pulsing with malevolent intent. Clayton’s Verdant Reign pushed the Rootsite to 95%, roots coiling like a throne, his Verdant Lord form towering, green fire blazing. He was no seed now; he was a king being reborn, and the Expanse knew it. The Apostate, her cloak scorched, shoulder smoking from the Null Lance’s hit, pressed her attack, tendrils lashing for Clayton’s Heartseed Core. Her Echoes of Ruin forged in Echoterra’s betrayal whispered his failures: the Scorchpath’s ash, Echoterra’s dead, Earth’s collapse. "You’ll die a pretender!" She screamed, psychic knives shredding his mind. Clayton felt like he was going crazy. Drayce’s Null Lance glowed, buzzing with dormant power primed to erupt, aimed at both. Sёarᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "End them!" He roared, his Furnace Core flaring, zeal burning hotter for the Apostate- Genesis traitor, worse than Clayton’s Verdant Tyranny. Clayton’s spite roared louder than their weapons. He slammed his Regalia of the Verdant Warden into the root cluster, Phytoleech Bloom draining biomass from fallen drones and soldiers, fueling Verdant Reign. Then, roots erupted. Root Web anchored the chamber’s heart, Mycoglyphs screaming as the Earthcore Signal hit critical mass. Then... for a moment, time seemed to pause. BZZZ! A visible wave of power seemed to spread across the Expanse, triggering old laws, awakening ancient protocols. Then... DING! ~----~ [Rootsite Anchor: 100% Complete] [Aphid Network: Reactivated] [Territory Claimed: 100 square Kilometers] [System Note: Earthcore Resonance stabilized.] [Subordinates Claimed: 32 Initiate Ember Behemorphs] >12 Thorn Hounds (Crown Type: Thorn Crown). *Traits: Spiked Hide, Pack Coordination. >8 Howl Shriekers (Crown Type: Howl Crown). *Traits: Sonic Pulse, Agile Hunters. >7 Ash Sprites (Crown Type: Ash Crown). *Traits: Ember Burst, Swarm Tactics. >5 Spore Drifters (Crown Type: Spore Crown). *Traits: Toxic Mist, Ambush Predators. ... [Codex Entry Unlocked: Earthcore Nexus] >The Earthcore Nexus is a Genesis-forged heart, a convergence of Mycoglyphs and Earthcore Signal that anchors Rootsites. Claiming a Nexus binds the Expanse’s biomass, granting territorial dominion but waking dormant forces. [BEWARE: The Nexus hungers, and its pulse draws predators beyond Initiate Ember rank.] ~----~ Not 100 square meters, 100 square Kilometers! "...!" Clayton was shocked, speechless, but he was not given the time to deal with all the new changes. He still had to fight for his life. BZZZ! The chamber shuddered, roots coiling around Clayton’s Verdant Lord form, green fire blazing like a supernova. His Aphid Network surged, binding 32 Initiate Ember Behemorphs, sparse but fierce, their minds bent to his Symbiotic Command. Territorial Sentience linked him to their movements, Hive-Sight flashing with their eyes: Thorn Hounds prowling, Howl Shriekers stalking, Ash Sprites flickering, Spore Drifters cloaking in mist. The Expanse was his. A 100 square kilometer crown of thorn and ash, and it answered. "Come to papa," Clayton growled, summoning his minions. The Apostate’s tendrils faltered, her eyes widening as the ground quaked. Drayce’s Null Lance fired, its null-wave aimed at Clayton’s Verdant Lord form. The beam hit, burning his bark-shell, thorns vaporizing, pain searing his core. DING! ~----~ [Genesis Threshold: 99%] [Aspect Strain: Catastrophic] [System Alert: Core collapse in 10 seconds. Survival probability: 5%] ~----~ Clayton roared, Predatory Bloom shell absorbing the null-wave’s edge, Flame Resistance dulling the burn. His humanoid form collapsed, blood pooling, but his Verdant Lord form stood, Spine bloom firing venom-sap thorns at Drayce. He dodged, but the chamber erupted as Clayton’s minions arrived. Thorn Hounds burst through the walls, spiked hides goring a soldier. Howl Shriekers unleashed sonic pulses, staggering Rhea and a drone. Ash Sprites swarmed, ember bursts scorching armor, while Spore Drifters cloaked a corner in toxic mist, choking an Ironblood. The Apostate spun, her Echoes of Ruin shredding a Thorn Hound, but a Howl Shrieker’s pulse knocked her back, psychic shield cracking. "Fall back!" Drayce barked, plasma lance firing, but the minions’ ferocity overwhelmed them. Rhea dragged a wounded soldier, her sling torn, as Cells Delta and Epsilon retreated, bloodied and broken. The Null Lance misfired, its null-wave scattering, leaving Drayce cursing, his Furnace Core dim. The Apostate, tenacious, wove a spectral shield, her wounded shoulder bleeding, Echoes lashing at Ash Sprites. "This isn’t over, Lord!" She hissed, tendrils coiling as she vanished into the mist, retreating, her mission failed but malice undimmed. Clayton’s Verdant Lord form towered, roots binding the chamber, the Expanse alive with cosmic horror. The Earthcore Nexus pulsed, Mycoglyphs whispering secrets; predators waking, stronger than Initiate Ember. His territory was claimed, a fragile dominion of 32 minions, but it was his. He’d hunt the unsubordinated, force them to kneel or die, expand through the Expanse’s heart. But Luminous Seed Behemorphs loomed, shadows stirring in the Nexus’s hunger. His humanoid form lay still, bloodied, spite keeping his eyes open. "King of a damn anthill," he coughed, humor dark as the abyss. "Now... who’s next?"

Chapter 51: King of the abyss

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