Trenn held the White Metal shield high, tucking his chin behind its rim.

  Mara moved in his shadow. Her black chitin armor clicked softly as the heavy plates slid over each other. She used Trenn’s bulk as mobile cover, her kris knife held low and tight to her hip.

  "Ready," she whispered, her voice tight.

  Trenn stepped into the nest.

  The floating Heat-Ray drifted backward as they advanced, passing over its dormant kin. The moment Trenn stepped into range, it let out a high, tea-kettle shriek.

  The response was instant. The floor erupted.

  It was a ballet of death. Six Heat-Rays pushed off the obsidian in perfect unison. Their wide, fleshy wings snapped open, catching the thermal updraft. They twisted in the air, a synchronized spiral of pale bellies and dark backs that was mesmerizing until the tails whipped forward.

  "Contact!" Trenn roared.

  He planted his feet to brace, but the sudden tension tore at the weeping wounds on his back. His guard faltered for a fraction of a second.

  Three barbs struck the White Shield in rapid succession. They impacted with weak thuds. The stingers were meant to deliver venom, not to crush bones. Yet, the impacts jarred his burnt side, sending needles of pain through his injuries. He grunted, stumbling back a half-step, his shield arm dipping from the agony.

  Trenn lunged, swinging the God-Bone club in a vicious horizontal arc meant to shatter Heat-Ray’s head. The motion stretched the necrotic crater in his side. Fresh ichor tore through the scab. The spike of agony threw his aim wide, turning a calculated strike into a clumsy, over-committed haymaker.

  The club connected with nothing but air. As the runed God Bone cut the air, the pressure wave pushed the creature backward. It drifted effortlessly out of reach, its wings rippling like silk in a breeze.

  A Ray tilted, exploiting his exposed flank. Its tail whipped out… and was met with Trenn’s own tail, swiping at the air. The ray was quickly displaced by the movement, making its attack on Trenn go wide.

  Trenn stumbled, pulled by the heavy limb’s momentum. A stinger curved around the lowered shield’s edge, shooting past Trenn, straight for Mara’s throat.

  She tried to drop into a dodge-roll. But the Husk armor clamped on her fused ribs like a vice. Her breath hitched, stalling her movement.

  The stinger embedded in her pauldron. As the beast tried to pull free, she wrapped her arm in its leathery tail and pulled on it. With her free hand, she thrust.

  The blade punched through the creature’s skull.

  As Trenn returned to his guarded stance, a ray floated overhead, letting its stinger down to scrape Trenn’s face.

  The weight on his crown shifted. Skate’s malleable form flowed forward, a viscous shield intercepting the strike that would’ve buried itself in Trenn’s eye.

  The barb plunged into the purple mass. Skate instantly seized the spine in its rubbery body and pushed off Trenn. It swung like a pendulum, causing the flying ray to bank.

  It beat its wings, fighting for altitude. Skate turned its surface into the porous black stone of the Meteor Slime.

  Dragged down by the sudden weight, the Heat-Ray was pulled to the ground. It tried to fight, it tried to flee, but the slime was holding strong, anchoring the flying monster to the ground.

  Trenn blocked a stinger and swung—a vertical attack. The angle was perfect. Yet, the Ray tilted, sliding sideways on the cushion of displaced air like a surfer carried by a crashing wave.

  *Shit!*

  “I can’t hit them! They use the air displaced by my swings to avoid them!”

  "Then use that shield and keep them off me!"

  To his right, a Ray descended on Mara.

  She tried to twist away, but her ribs screamed in protest. She froze, locking her torso rigid to stop the pain.

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  There was no time to block with his shield. He swung his club in a wide attack that pushed the deadly barb aside, without ever making contact.

  *My swings dictate their movement!*

  He looked at the four Rays circling him.

  He understood.

  "Mara! Get behind them!" Trenn roared.

  She didn’t ask. She didn’t doubt. She moved.

  Trenn pivoted and stepped away from Mara. He widened his stance, making himself a massive, unarmored target.

  "Come on!" he bellowed, banging the club against his shield.

  They bunched together, gliding toward him. As they fixated on the massive target, Mara circled wide, placing the monsters directly between her and Trenn.

  Trenn waited until the monster’s vibrations aligned. He waited until they were committed, hovering directly between him and Mara.

  Instead of hitting them, he treated the God-Bone club like a fan.

  He unleashed a massive, horizontal swing. He ignored the tearing skin and screaming nerves, pouring his strength into a powerful, reckless haymaker.

  The incoming Heat-Rays reacted instinctively to the turbulence, riding the current backward, sideways, and upwards.

  Two moved right into Mara's range.

  She put her arm forward, knife pointed out.

  The ray’s momentum impaled it on her blade. She ripped it out in time to see the other turn on itself, poising its dart. But she didn’t wait. She stabbed so fast that by the time the air displaced by her movement hit the creature, it was already dead.

  *One above, one to the side, and one stuck in Skate.*

  The leathery flying predators seemed to hesitate. Trenn swiped immediately, pushing them away, until they retreated into the dark.

  Mara stepped to the Heat-Ray, kept hostage by Skate, and pierced its heart.

  Silence returned to the tunnel, save for the wet slapping of the dying creature against the glass floor.

  Trenn slumped, the adrenaline fading into the dull throb of his numb arm and the burning fire in his side.

  "Nice swing," Mara panted, wiping blue blood from her kris knife. She leaned heavily against the wall, her hand pressing against her ribs.

  After catching her breath, she limped to the nearest carcass. She pinned the whip-like tail beneath her armored boot. She gripped the barb. The kris knife sawed through the tendon connecting the spine to the flesh.

  The stinger snapped free.

  She moved to the remaining bodies and collected the remaining spikes.

  “For brass knuckles,” she said without turning to Trenn.

  They rested in the dark, bathed in the faint red glow of the cooling rock.

  Mara sliced strips of the pale, translucent flesh off the biggest of the four dead Heat-Rays.

  "Sashimi," she muttered, licking her jowls.

  Trenn was on the floor, lying on his stomach. Skate had stretched its mass across his back and side, sucking ichor and dirt out of his freshly reopened wounds.

  “You want some?”

  Trenn’s stomach lurched. The idea of consuming flesh was making him ill. He could barely remember what hunger felt like. He could feel it—a thick, sugary energy radiating from the injury, feeding his blood, knitting his cells.

  He wasn't hungry. He was fully charged.

  "I can't," Trenn said, handing the strip back. "The smell... it makes me sick."

  Mara didn't argue. She snatched the meat back and ate it with a savage intensity, ignoring the juice running down her white-furred chin. Every swallow seemed to cost her an effort, her hand unconsciously guarding her fractured ribs.

  “It’s true then. You don’t need food anymore.”

  Trenn watched her eat. He felt a cold distance opening between them. She was an engine, burning calories to survive. He was becoming something self-sustaining. A closed loop of gold, blood, and mana.

  “The beast fought alongside us," he said quietly.

  Mara looked up from a bone she was picking clean. "What did?"

  "The tail… The Gem-Croc. A Ray tried to flank... I didn't see it. But somehow the tail swiped, and saved me from the paralyzing venom. It had a mind of its own. Senses beyond my eyes and ears."

  He ran his hand along the metallic ridge connected to his spine. The gems were warm to the touch, humming with the same energy that killed his appetite.

  "It doesn't feel like a curse anymore, Mara. It feels... efficient. Durable."

  Mara stopped chewing. She tossed the bone onto the pile of carcasses. The clatter echoed in the tunnel.

  "That's what scares me," she said.

  She leaned back against the warm wall, wincing as the heavy Husk armor shifted against her injuries.

  "When I take the Giant Pill... I feel powerful. But it’s borrowed power. It is humbling and painful to return to normal."

  She pointed the bone at him.

  "You aren't borrowing power, Trenn. You took it from a god. And now you're becoming powerful. You don't eat. You barely sleep. And now the tail fights for you." Her eyes narrowed. "How long before it decides who to fight?"

  Trenn looked at the golden limb. It lay dormant now, a beautiful, deadly gem-encrusted thing.

  "I don't know," he admitted. "But right now? I'm not complaining.”

  She kicked the pile of bones.

  "Where does a tunnel this big go?" Trenn asked, peering into the dark throat of the mountain.

  "Deep," she answered, staring into the abyss. "To the roots of the world? Or… wherever the Red God goes to sleep."

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