Chapter 71: The last man standing wins
Clayton raced through the Forgotten Atlanta Expanse’s ash-choked wastes, Shedskin’s fungal chitin plates shimmering with adaptive camouflage, thorned vines coiling like a ranger’s cloak.
His Regalia of the Verdant Warden hummed in spear form, Heartseed Core pulsing at 15 Genesis Embers, Aspect Strain moderate.
His Architect rank Aspect, divine-like with a 6,000 Embers cap, thrummed through Shedskin’s enhancements, making him feel protected, and invisible with the stealth affinity sharpening his approach.
Of course, he didn’t rush out alone.
He had his Aphid Network with him, 27 minions now, 4 of them Luminous Seed, the others being 23 Initiate Ember Behemorphs.
Literally, Clayton was a one man army now.
He was a force to be reckoned with. And going to kill the dying Plague Sovereign, he carried all that force with him.
His minions followed him, Veil of Verdant Shroud cloaking their advance, dozens of kilometers from his Rootsite.
Territorial Sentience locked on Ironhold-3’s crater, where the Plague Sovereign’s life flickered, its Verdant Warden nexus cracked, one blow from death.
Greed burned, Core Maw ravenous, Spine Bloom eager.
"God’s crown? Mine!" Clayton growled, humor dark as slag.