The tram hub in the Forgotten Atlanta Expanse was a slaughterhouse, ruins scorched by molten slag, frost-cracked stone, and spectral tendrils fraying under Mycoglyphs' dying glow.
Clayton crouched atop a Verdant Bastion turret, 200 meters from the chaos, Regalia of the Verdant Warden a dead weight in his grip, Heartseed Core screaming at 99% Genesis Threshold.
He was weakened, his Aspect Strain catastrophic and in need of rest or replenishment to recover.
But right now, his chances of finding rest didn't look high.
The Genesis Disruptors of the Ironblood's Null Shrikes had nullified his Verdant Tyranny Aspect, severing Aphid Network, Spore Plague Lord, and Root Web, leaving him crippled, his 19 Initiate Ember minions and Luminous Seed Plague Lord frozen.
Panic clawed his chest, a raw wound; 330 years of trials, Echoterra's Spore Choir, Scorchpath's ash, and now this, weaker than ever.
Spite burned hotter, the Ironblood his new top enemy.
