-Right after Valentine teared reality apart, Olavin-Faa-
Volatile elites surrounded the forest. The soft blades of grass brushed beneath their boots as they treaded into position, weapons heavy in their arms.
Ferals, Zegi, and Thawed alike stood shoulder to shoulder. All understanding just how desperate they were to shift their full attention on the Primed.
Nobody made any comments, jokes, or shared thoughts about the decision. They knew it was best to keep ears opened at all times to cut through this encounter as quickly as possible.
A row of elites broke apart, letting Valiant and Yazzo through. Both Ferals scanned the tree lines for any Scalers that could be stalking them.
When they realized none were out, the duo simply called out all Feral elites. They marched out of their positions, stepping closer to the taller grass and trees.
In unison, they all roared a chorus designed to lure out their aggressors. Which worked. Scalers emerged from their underground shelter in search for the foreign calls.
Prexsis, Qitor, and Feymor jumped from branch to branch. Waking up Glykers and even attracting Forest Stalkers. Threshers also rose from their slumber, too frightened to move, they stayed in place.
The entire pack divided to search for the source, waking up the entire forest. They were relentlessly tearing apart branches as they jumped and dashed through the closed sky.
When they arrived at the outskirts, a sudden chill washed through their bodies. Dozens of elites glared right at them, just as they were glaring out at them.
Valiant marched closer to the onlookers, hoping the display of dominance would kill all moral of fighting back. "Rebels! This is your last call to submit. If you do, we will excuse you and give you a new life of opportunity within our various cities!"
Qitor suddenly realized the desperation in Valiant's tone, prompting him to look up at Prexsis. "Something's off, I can feel it. Don't listen to his offer."
"I wasn't planning on listening anytime soon. Thankfully, they came to us, now we can show them how prolific we can be at fighting. Feymor," Prexsis turned to face her. "Are you thinking of accepting the deal?"
She growled, feeling offended. "I'd rat'er die t'an to submit to t'ese soft-toot'ed Ferals!"
Prexsis returned his gaze to Valiant. "None of us care about your filthy deals, you soft-tooth! Come over here and show us if you can really fight! Because I know your mouth is as big as your Legion."
Valiant growled, so did Yazzo. The two turned around to face their loyal beast masters, who instantly knew what they wanted.
"Prepare for a heatwave!" one called out to the elites. "Are you ready, Connis?"
"About so, yeah. 3... 2... 1..." Connis rubbed two stones together, so did his fellow beast master. Together, they beckoned the Pyroatic Weaver that came with them. "Good Seventh Rule... give those poor souls the strength to endure."
The beast emerged from underground, which instantly turned up the temperature. Its flaming body rumbled and popped like a river of flowing magma.
Elites and rebels alike instantly broke out into a wild sweat. Their clothes were drenched in just minutes after the Weaver appeared.
Yazzo kept her eyes fixed on the snake-like body of the beast. It danced through the skies like a leaf, waiting for directions.
"What the hell are these Yonies thinking of doing?" Prexsis gritted his teeth. "Wait..."
He studied the siege, followed by the type of Weaver. Then he glanced at the forest behind him, that's when it clicked.
"They're going to burn down the entire forest!!!" Prexsis howled.
Nearby Ferals overheard him, causing them to echo Prexsis' words. Some Scalers dashed back home, hoping to get there and warn everybody before the forest burned.
However, wildlife had other plans. Glykers pounced some messengers, knocking the Scalers aside and breaking bones with single strikes.
Cyclone and Hurricane exchanged looks, both understanding there was not enough time to bring everyone out of there. Olavin-Faa was done for, and the aftermath would definitely trap Ferals underground.
"I will miss Neddy," Hurricane fixed her eyes on the closest exit. "But I will slaughter them alongside you, Neddy. So we know my Neddy's death didn't go unpaid."
"Your words sometimes cut deeper than actual jaws, Hurricane. However, do not think like a brute. We are more than that. Let them burn Olavin-Faa, we'll come back with Infinus," Cyclone replied.
She looked up to see her father, unsure of who or what Infinus was. Only to notice his right side was starting to glow a bright orange.
The Weaver dashed through the forest, lighting everything and everyone on fire. Trees tumbled and dropped onto the ground, shaking the forest floor.
Glykers screeched their deafly silent screams as they attempted to get out of there. But their bodies went up in a blazing flame as the wrath of a paranormal creation cleaned out the forest.
Forest Stalkers dropped from their stations, the soft flesh underneath their chitin exoskeleton boiled. In time, they too began to burn into a fine ash.
Underground Threshers wept and hugged each other tight for comfort, hoping this would be over soon. The upper layers of their chasms collapsed from the downed trees and beasts.
Temperatures steadily climbed as well. But the deeper Threshers went, the cooler it got. Until they reached the lowest point of their underground city, where the sounds of calamity was distant.
Scalers erupted out from their trees, aiming to spread out and run in different directions so the attackers couldn't catch them all at once. But the elites were ready.
Prexsis landed on his feet, eyes narrowed onto the nearest Thawed. He caught something happening to Qitor from the corner of his eye.
He glanced to get a better look, only to see a throwing lance had pierced his chest. The young Feral collapsed right on it, digging the weapon deeper into his core. Until it poked from the other side.
Feymor let out an enraged war cry, notifying everyone that she had nothing left to lose.