The tide of the battle shifted as the air grew heavy with a static charge. From the deepest fissures of the walls, eight massive silhouettes erged. These were different—their carapaces weren’t gray or steel-colored; they were a polished, obsidian black that shimred with an oily light. They were easily two ters in circumference, their bodies armored like heavy tanks.
Ethan lunged at the nearest one, his black dagger striking the creature’s flank with a forceful arc. Instead of the familiar sound of rending flesh, there was a sharp clink. The blade hissed and bounced off the black hide, leaving nothing but a faint white scratch.
"The dagger isn’t cutting through! What are these?" said Ethan, narrowingly dodging a massive tail sweep that shattered a stalagmite next to his head.
[Warning! These are the Queen’s Royal Guards. Their carapaces are infused with high-density magnetite and spirit minerals. Your physical blade will not penetrate them easily,] Crul said.
The eight guards began to coil around him, cutting off his exits. Ethan felt the pressure of their killing intent. For the first ti in this hunt, he felt truly cornered. He tightened his grip on the hilt, his athyst eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
"Fine. If the blade won’t work, I’ll stop holding back. I don’t care if I bring the whole mountain down," said Ethan.
He exhaled, and suddenly, the temperature in the tunnel plumted. Jagged streaks of violet lightning began to arc across his skin, coiling around his arms like hungry serpents. His entire body humd with a high-pitched vibration as he released his full elental power.
"Let’s see how you handle this!" said Ethan.
He vanished. A thunderous crack echoed through the tunnel as Ethan reappeared instantly in front of the lead guard. He delivered a straightforward punch, his fist encased in a concentrated sphere of violet lightning. He expected a desperate struggle, but the mont his knuckles t the black armor, the creature didn’t just break—it exploded.
The lightning surged through the guard’s body, vaporizing its internal organs and shattering its "unbreakable" shell into thousands of shards. The beast slumped to the ground, charred and lifeless.
Ethan stood over the smoking carcass, staring at his fist in genuine confusion.
"Are you serious? That was it?" said Ethan.
[Of course, Master. Did you forget? These worms are composed almost entirely of conductive minerals and tal. Your lightning is their natural, ultimate enemy. You aren’t just hitting them; you are short-circuiting their entire biological structure,] Crul said.
Ethan let out a dark, breathless laugh.
"Well, that makes this a lot simpler," said Ethan.
What followed was a one-sided massacre. Ethan moved through the remaining seven guards like a bolt of divine judgnt. Each strike was a thunderclap, each movent a flash of violet light. Within seconds, the tunnel was filled with the scorched, tallic remains of the Royal Guard.
Ethan stood amidst the carnage, the lightning on his skin slowly fading into a soft hum. He wiped his face, looking around the now-silent corridor.
"So, where is she? How do we find the Queen?" said Ethan.
Suddenly, a roar shook the very foundations of the canyon. It wasn’t a hiss or a scream; it was a deep, guttural vibration that made the ground beneath Ethan’s boots ripple like water.
[You don’t need to look for her, Master. Having sensed the death of her entire lineage and her elite guard, the Queen will seek vengeance,] Crul said.
Ethan didn’t hesitate. He flooded his legs with lightning and took off toward the source of the roar, his speed blurring the walls into a sar of gray and black. He burst into a massive, hidden grotto far larger than the matrix hall.
In the center of the cavern sat a glowing blue lake. It didn’t look like water; it looked like a pool of luminous, shimring gelatin, pulsing with a faint internal light. But the cavern was empty.
Ethan ca to a stop at the edge of the blue pool, his eyes scanning the ceiling and the shadows.
"I thought you said she was looking for revenge? It looks like the trash got scared and ran away," said Ethan.
[I highly doubt that, Master. According to all biological records of this species, a Queen is obsessively overprotective. She will never accept the death of her children. She isn’t gone,] Crul said.
Ethan looked at the still, glowing surface of the blue lake, his instincts beginning to prickle again.
"Then where is she hiding?" said Ethan.
Ethan stood at the edge of the glowing blue expanse, the light reflecting in his athyst eyes. The silence in the grotto was unnatural, broken only by the faint, rhythmic pulsing of the liquid.
[This is strange. There’s almost no data on this behavior in the archives. Based on every record of the species, she should have lunged at you the mont you stepped into this chamber. She shouldn’t have fled] said Crul.
"Maybe she’s smarter than the others. Maybe she saw what I did to her guards and decided to cut her losses," said Ethan.
He stepped closer to the edge of the pool, peering into the translucent blue depths. He reached down, extending a gloved hand to touch the surface. As he pulled his fingers back, a thick, viscous string of the glowing liquid followed, clinging to his skin like heavy syrup. It wasn’t water; it was a dense, glowing sli.
"What is this stuff? It’s like thick mucus," said Ethan.
[Analysis complete. Master, you are incredibly fortunate. This liquid is ’Worm Nectar.’ It is a biological byproduct produced only by a Queen. It serves as a hyper-nutritive bath for her offspring; she lays her eggs here so the hatchlings can consu it and grow at an accelerated rate,] said Crul.
Ethan looked at the massive lake, which stretched nearly forty ters across.
"Is it rare?" said Ethan.
[Extrely. To produce even a small puddle of this nectar, a Queen must consu vast amounts of high-grade spirit minerals. Under normal circumstances, there shouldn’t be more than a small pool. The size of this lake is staggering. It suggests this Queen has been feeding on the residual energy of the matrix for centuries,] said Crul.
"And is it useful to us, or just gross?" said Ethan.
[It is more than useful; it is a treasure. This is a top-tier physical tonic. If we can harvest and stabilize this liquid, we could distribute it to our elite soldiers. It acts as a permanent strengthening potion, hardening their bone structure and increasing muscle density to superhuman levels. It would turn a regular human into a juggernaut,] said Crul.
Ethan rubbed the glowing sli between his fingers, watching the way it humd with faint spiritual resonance.
"So, I’ve stumbled upon a factory for super-soldiers. Not a bad haul for a day of hunting," said Ethan.
[Indeed. However, the sheer volu of nectar confirms one thing, Master. A Queen capable of producing this much isn’t just a beast. She is a mountain. And she hasn’t fled. You are currently standing in the middle of her nursery. She isn’t gone... she’s waiting,] said Crul.
Ethan wiped the nectar from his glove, his lightning beginning to flicker around his boots again. He looked at the ceiling, then back at the pulsing blue lake, realizing that the "gelatin" wasn’t just sitting in a hole in the ground. The ground was the Queen.
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