Chapter 67: The hunter’s gamble [3]
’It’s them!’ Clayton was overjoyed.
His Territorial Sentience spiked, and it was a familiar pulse.
It was the Spore Plague Lord, his first Luminous Seed subordinate. It was 2 kilometers northeast, its fungal core radiating loyalty.
Clayton didn’t hesitate. He burst into a sprint, Shedskin blurring, dodging spore clouds from the Plague Sovereign’s distant wrath.
In a shattered plaza, he finally found him. There, the Plague Lord loomed, 15 meters, Toxic Spore Shroud cloaking, Mycotic Tendrils coiled, its Luminous Seed nexus glowing.
Surrounding it, his 19 minions were there; 8 Thorn Hounds, all at 3 meters and with goring spikes; 6 Howl Shriekers, all at 2 meters with their sonic maws; 4 Ash Sprites, 1 meter each with flaming wisps; and then 1 Spore Drifter, towering at 5 meters with his spore veil.
Even in his absence, the Plague Lord took care of the others and protected them. Clayton felt something warm in his heart at the sight of them.
They all growled, eyes locked on him, filled with recognition and relief.
They recognized their king, Aphid Network reigniting, Symbiotic Command surging through Shedskin’s divine conduit.
DING!
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