Chapter 54: Lure of the beast

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Chapter 54: Lure of the beastClayton stalked through the Forgotten Atlanta Expanse, Regalia of the Verdant Warden in spear form, its Mycoglyph gauntlet pulsing with Earthcore Nexus’s rhythm. His humanoid form, fully recovered, moved with predatory grace, plasma burns and psychic scars gone, Heartseed Core steady at 70% Genesis Threshold. Behind him, his 30 Initiate Ember Behemorph minions fanned out via Aphid Network; 12 Thorn Hounds snarling, 8 Howl Shriekers slinking, 7 Ash Sprites flickering, 5 Spore Drifters cloaked in mist. He wasn’t just sending them to hunt unsubordinated Behemorphs this time. This time, he’d lead, his Verdant Tyranny demanding efficiency to grow his dominion. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was under pressure. After that battle days ago, neither of the 2 factions showed themselves, but Clayton could feel them still lurking. There was no substantial evidence to support how he felt. Call it his 6th sense, instinct maybe, but he trusted it since Echoterra. "Time to fatten the family," he muttered, dark humor glinting, "before those Ironblood punks or Apostate weirdos crash the party". The Expanse’s sentient roots whispered, Mycoglyphs in distant ruins glowing faintly, the Earthcore Nexus’s hunger a low thrum. His Rootsite, 100 square kilometers of thorn and ash, was fortified by Verdant Bastion; thorned turrets, venom-sap pits, Root Web grid, but 30 minions weren’t enough. He’d hunt Initiate Ember rogues, force them to kneel or die, and build an army. His Tremor Sense pinged, guiding him to a shattered plaza 3 kilometers east, where Hive-Sight spotted Thorn Crown scavengers. "Showtime," he growled, Symbiotic Command rallying his pack. The skirmish was swift. Clayton’s Rootlash Dominion lashed vines, snaring a Thorn Scavenger, while Thorn Hounds tore into its spiked hide. A Howl Shriker’s sonic pulse staggered another, and Clayton’s Spine Bloom thorns; venom-sap dripping finished it with Bloodthorn Fang. Ash Sprites swarmed a third, ember bursts scorching its flank, and a Spore Drifter’s toxic mist choked its retreat. DING! ~----~ [Behemorphs Slain: 3 Thorn Scavengers] [Genesis Embers Acquired: 9] ~----~ The Embers warmed his Core Maw, Phytoleech Bloom draining their biomass to fuel his Verdant Lord form back at the Rootsite. Two Thorn Hounds limped, one Ash Sprite lost, leaving 29 minions, but Clayton’s lips curled. "Not bad for a morning jog". He grinned, but then... His Territorial Sentience suddenly flared, a new vibration; heavy, wrong, not Initiate Ember. The air thickened, spores drifting like ash, carrying a toxic reek. Hive-Sight flashed; a hulking mass in the ruins, 20 meters tall, its fungal body pulsing with bioluminescent veins, tendrils writhing like a living plague. A Luminous Seed Spore Crown Behemorph, its Toxic Spore Shroud cloaking the plaza, tendrils assimilating biomass from dead flora, Crown King aura radiating hunger. ~----~ [Behemorph Detected: Spore Plague Lord] [Behemorph Rank: Luminous Seed] [Crown Type: Apex Spore Crown] [Danger: EXTREME] [Traits]: Toxic Spore Cloud, Biomass Assimilation, Mycotic Tendrils, Spore Regalia. ~----~ Clayton’s blood froze, but his gut roared; gutsy, always had been. An Initiate Ember couldn’t win this in open combat, not with Verdant Bastion or 29 minions. The Plague Lord’s spores stung his Flame-Resistant skin, Tremor Sense mapping its slow but relentless advance. Pragmatic, practical, he made his call immediately: run, fight on his terms, lure it to the Rootsite. "New plan," he hissed, Symbiotic Command scattering his minions. "Bait the big guy home". ’Running is not cowardice,’ he silently justified in his mind. ’We live to fight another day’. Clayton bolted, Root Web guiding his path, vines boosting speed. The Plague Lord roared; a wet, fungal bellow, spores erupting, tendrils lashing. A Howl Shrieker fell, spores choking its sonic lungs, reducing his minions to 28. Thorn Hounds harried, Spore Drifters cloaking his retreat, but the Lord’s tendrils grazed a Spore Drifter, assimilating it into its mass. Clayton’s Spite Bloom fired, venom-sap slowing a tendril, but his Genesis Threshold climbed. DING! ~----~ [Minions Lost: 1 Howl Shrieker, 1 Spore Drifter] [Genesis Threshold: 80%] [Aspect Strain: Moderate] ~----~ He sprinted, 2 kilometers to the Rootsite, Verdant Bastion’s defenses his only shot. Predatory Bloom shielded him from spore clouds, Core Maw snapping at stray tendrils that came too close. The Expanse quaked, sentient roots recoiling from the Plague Lord’s corruption, Mycoglyphs dimming in fear. Cosmic horror gripped the air; the Earthcore Nexus hungered, but this predator was its rival. ... Ruined Tram Spire, 5 Kilometers West. The Verdant Apostate watched from the shadows, her Echoes of Ruin cloaked, shoulder wound throbbing. Her kin; heat, cold, decay Aspects, crouched beside her, their reconnaissance silent, unnoticed by Clayton’s Territorial Sentience. The Plague Lord’s roar echoed, its spore cloud visible. "He’s drawn a Luminous Seed," she whispered, eyes gleaming. "It’ll weaken him," she paused, then smirked. "Or it’ll kill him. We wait". The heat-kin’s embers flared briefly. "His Bastion holds. We need their numbers". They vanished, spectral tendrils trailing, their strike delayed but inevitable. Tension coiled, unseen. ... Sёarch* The ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Ironhold-3 Forward Camp, 20 Kilometers South. The Null Shrikes; six elite Ironblood in sleek exosuits marched through the Expanse, Genesis Disruptors humming, Null Blades etched with anti-Genesis runes. The Disruptors pulsed, nullifying Aspect connections within 50 meters, weakening Genesis-touched souls, while Null Blades severed Genesis matter, bleeding Embers with each cut. Their leader, Captain Vex, scanned the horizon, vox crackling. "Bastion-7 reports Apostate activity," Vex said, voice cold. "Green’s Rootsite is secondary. We burn the traitors first". The Shrikes advanced, their tech a death sentence, tension building as they neared Clayton’s territory, unaware of the Plague Lord’s awakening. ... Rootsite Chamber, Edge of Territory. Clayton burst into the plaza, Verdant Bastion’s thorned turrets looming, venom-sap pits glinting. His 26 minions rallied; 10 Thorn Hounds, 7 Howl Shriekers, 6 Ash Sprites, 3 Spore Drifters, they rallied via Symbiotic Command. The Plague Lord crashed through ruins, 500 meters out, spore cloud choking the air, tendrils writhing. Root Web hummed, Spine Bloom thorns ready, Territorial Sentience mapping the beast’s mass. Clayton’s gut churned, but his eyes burned; gutsy, always was. This was his first Luminous Seed hunt ever, his highest-stakes gamble as an Initiate Ember awakened. "Welcome to my jungle," he growled, Regalia shifting to bow, venom-sap arrow nocked. Inside though, he was screaming. ’F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!’ ’What am I thinking?!’ ’This is a stupid idea!’ The Plague Lord roared, spores surging, as Clayton braced for the most dangerous hunt of his life...

Chapter 54: Lure of the beast

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