Chapter 115: Into the nexus vault
After a 2 hour period of rest and mental conditioning, finally, it was time.
The Nexus vault loomed before them like a slumbering giant, half-buried under the rubble of a long-forgotten age.
The metallic vines coiled around its reinforced door pulsed faintly, alive with a strange, ancient power. Clayton stood at the threshold, his companions gathered close; Torren gripping his Pyreaxe, Veyra now armed with her newly acquired bow Artifact, Kaelin and Soren poised like twin blades ready to strike.
Lorn had stayed behind to watch over the fledgling enclave alongside Clayton’s Verdant Lord form.
She loved the idea. It would give her a chance to get to know the big guy better and more personally.
She was curious to know both sides of Clayton.
The thought of his Rootsite, now sheltering survivors for the first time, gave Clayton a renewed sense of purpose.
Whatever waited inside this vault would not stop him from securing a future for his people. Most importantly, he wanted to learn the secret that was hidden behind the vault. His senses told him that there was an important truth inside.
With a steadying breath, Clayton placed his palm against the door.
The Heartseed core in his chest thrummed in resonance. A cascade of emerald light rippled outward, and the metallic vines unfurled.
The vault door groaned and split open with a hiss of escaping gas, revealing a dark passageway lined with glowing Mycoglyphs.
The system’s voice whispered faintly in his mind: