89. Titansteel Beetle King

He might not have spotted the treasure chest if it wasn't marked on the mini-map. It was made of Titansteel, the same stuff as the root wall it was buried in. Silver vines snaked over its surface, strapping it in. Thick Spirit Steel straps buffed its frame, latching it tight.

Zane studied it for a second. Then he grabbed the sides of it and heaved.

For a moment nothing happened.

Then the whole root wall began to shake. Inch by inch the chest came free. Vines snapped off of it like rubber bands. Then he had it all the way clear and dropped it thudding to the ground. He grabbed the latches and tore them off one by one. He ripped open the lid with his bare handsโ€”a little too hard. The whole thing went flying over the root wall. Oops.

He felt a prickling of feeling to the left and looked over. "What?"

Evan had been staring at him quite a lot this past hour. The boy flinched. "Nothing!"

Granting, he turned his attention to the chest's insides. There he found a single vial on a bed of lustrous straw. It was stoppered with light-green wood and tied with a vine for a ribbon. It was surprisingly heavy for such a small thing. Its glass was stamped with a crest showing a stylized tree.

A turquoise liquid shot through with gold flecks sloshed inside.

๐•๐•’๐••๐•–๐•๐•–๐•’๐•—'๐•ค ๐”ผ๐•๐•š๐•ฉ๐•š๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•— ๐•‹๐•’๐•๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ (๐”น)

๐”ป๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐•๐•–๐•• ๐• ๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ค ๐•“๐•ช ๐•๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•ƒ๐•–๐•’๐•—, ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐”ธ๐•๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•ž๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•‹๐•–๐•ž๐•ก๐•๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•Ž๐• ๐•ฃ๐•๐•• ๐•‹๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–, ๐•—๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ž ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐• ๐•— ๐•„๐• ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•—๐•๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ โ„™๐•–๐•ฅ๐•’๐•๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐”ฝ๐•๐•’๐•ž๐•–๐•ฃ๐• ๐• ๐•ฅ. ๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•’๐• ๐•ค๐•ช๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•˜๐•š๐•–๐•ค ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•ฆ๐•๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐• ๐••๐•ช, ๐•ž๐•’๐•œ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•ฆ๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•”๐•–๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•’ ๐•“๐•ฃ๐•š๐•–๐•— ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•–. โ„™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•–๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•š๐•ง๐•’๐•๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•–๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ ๐• ๐•— ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•ค๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–'๐•ค ๐•ƒ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•‹๐•’๐•๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐••๐•–๐•ค. โ„‚๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•—๐•š๐•–๐•• ๐•“๐•ช ๐•„๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Š๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ โ„๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ. โ„‚๐• ๐• ๐•๐••๐• ๐•จ๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•–: ๐Ÿš ๐•ž๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ค

Temple of the World Tree? That rang a bellโ€ฆ wasn't that where Reina's Signature Title came from? Either this was a funky coincidence, or they were a pretty big deal.

And Minor grades? Leveling talent?

There was talent in Leveling?

Now that Zane thought about it, it did seem some people just Leveled slower than others. Even if they took in the same essence. It was clear you didn't get all the essence from Monsters you killed, just a fraction of it. Maybe talent just meant a bigger fraction?

Zane wondered how high his talent was. Was there some way to check?

Hmm.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement. It was Evan, tugging on one of the root vines. It didn't budge. He planted a foot on the root wall and tugged harder. Nothing happened.

"Dang," the boy whispered, wide-eyed.

"You ready?" Said Zane.

"Huh? Oh! Yupโ€”be right there!"

They kept on down the winding path.

***

They met another Titansteel Beetle. It chomped on Zane for a little and he got a little closer to that last Minor Law he needed for Echoing Clangor. But it wasn't quite enough. Its Clangor Bite Skill might use the Major Law of Echoing Clangor, but it used some parts much more than others. The third Minor Law he needed was so subtle it escaped him. For now.

Zane sighed and squished the Monster. He'd probably just find some time to sit down and grind it out himself later. Maybe with some Steel treasure to help.

***

They were getting close to the tree trunk now. They could sense it looming over themโ€”they were lost in its shade. You couldn't even see the topmost canopy from down hereโ€”just its shadow, a giant umbrella drawing a deep dark circle over the clouds.

But the sunlight wasn't all blocked. Zane guessed the giant canopy up there was like the boughs he could see down hereโ€”made of the same shiny metallic leaves. They were pretty darn reflective.

Shafts of sunlight streaked through the clouds, drawing shifting gold patterns on the ground. Zane guessed from all the leaves up there, catching the light of the sun, pinging it down. Pretty weird-looking stuff. Not often you saw sunlight through almost-black clouds.

He heard a gasp next to him. There was Evan, stood still, staring mouth wide open.

Zane stared tooโ€”not at the clouds but at Evan. Zane frowned a little. Wonder and joy just poured out of the boy; his heart swelled with it.

Zane looked at the clouds again, wondering what he was missing. Then back at Evan.

Evan noticed him looking, glanced over curiously.

"Why are you soโ€ฆ" Zane wasn't even sure how to phrase it. "Happy?"

The boy didn't seem to understand. He just pointed at the sky, all excited. "Isn't it pretty?"

He went back to staring.

Huh.

How could you feel like that, just looking at sunlight coming through clouds? Evan felt as happy right now as Zane did in his fiercest fights.

Zane scratched his head. Sometimes he wished he could be the kind of person who could be happy looking at sunlight through clouds. He figured life would be nicer that way. He could feel how Evan feltโ€”it was like seeing the world in color, where Zane's was monochrome.

Just being next to him let Zane feel as he felt. Not as strongly. Just an impression, but it was still nice.

He sat there, staring for a bit, and after a while, he started to see it. โ€ฆIt really was nice to look at.

After a while, they moved on.

***

A few bends later, they came across a swath of X's on the mini-map. And Evan gasped there too. He went sad suddenly, sobered up.

"You okay?" Said Zane.

Evan nodded slowly. "Mhm."

Zane was actually curious. He was still a little confused about how Evan was even a thing. You'd have thought the Apocalypse would've chewed him up and spat him out all jaded by now.

But the boy just shook his head and swallowed, and when he looked back up, his eyes were fierce.

"We have to keep going," he said. "So their lives won't be in vain!" And he was full of determination again.

Huh.

They kept moving.

***

Soon, they were nearing the end of the root-path. Coming up to the trunk. And there, they found a fat red dot waiting for them, guarding the tunnel going in.

It was like the Titansteel Beetles grew up. You'd never see a tank like this before the changeโ€”just too big, too unwieldy. Its pincers could've snapped a house in two. And that shell was smoking with Steel Laws.

๐•‹๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐• ๐”น๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•‚๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ (๐”น๐• ๐•ค๐•ค ๐•„๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ)

๐”ผ๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•ƒ๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐• ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ

๐•ƒ๐•’๐•จ๐•ค:

๐•„๐•’๐•›๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ƒ๐•’๐•จ ๐• ๐•— ๐•Œ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ช๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•„๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ

๐•„๐•’๐•›๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ƒ๐•’๐•จ ๐• ๐•— ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐”ป๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ช

๐•„๐•’๐•›๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ƒ๐•’๐•จ ๐• ๐•— ๐”ธ๐•“๐•ค๐• ๐•๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•Š๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ก๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค

๐•„๐•’๐•›๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ƒ๐•’๐•จ ๐• ๐•— ๐”ผ๐•”๐•™๐• ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ โ„‚๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐• ๐•ฃ

๐•‚๐•–๐•ช ๐•Š๐•œ๐•š๐•๐•๐•ค:

๐”พ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•‹๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•Š๐•™๐•–๐•๐• (โ„™๐•’๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•ง๐•–) [๐”ผ๐•ก๐•š๐•”]

๐”ธ ๐••๐• ๐•ฆ๐•“๐•๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•œ ๐•‹๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•ค๐•™๐•–๐•๐• ๐•š๐•ž๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•š๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•ค ๐• ๐•— ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•’๐•”๐•œ, ๐•ž๐•’๐•˜๐•š๐•”๐•’๐• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ก๐•™๐•ช๐•ค๐•š๐•”๐•’๐•. ๐•‹๐•จ๐•š๐•”๐•– ๐•’๐•ค ๐••๐•š๐•—๐•—๐•š๐•”๐•ฆ๐•๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ก๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•’๐•ค ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ž๐•’๐• ๐•‹๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐• ๐”น๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ๐•๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐•–๐•๐•.

๐•‹๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐• โ„‚๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•™ (๐”ธ๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ง๐•–) [๐”ผ๐•ก๐•š๐•”]

๐”ธ ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•™ ๐•จ๐•™๐•š๐•”๐•™ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•“๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•–๐••๐•š๐•“๐•๐•– ๐•ค๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ก๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•”๐•ฃ๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜, ๐•™๐•š๐•˜๐•™-๐•—๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ข๐•ฆ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•ช ๐•ค๐•”๐•ช๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐• ๐•— ๐•’ ๐•ฅ๐•ช๐•ก๐•š๐•”๐•’๐• โ„‚๐•๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐• ๐•ฃ ๐”น๐•š๐•ฅ๐•–. ๐•‹๐•™๐•š๐•ค ๐”น๐•š๐•ฅ๐•– ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ ๐•”๐•™๐•–๐•จ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™ ๐•“๐•๐• ๐•”๐•œ๐•ค ๐• ๐•— ๐•ž๐•š๐••-๐•˜๐•ฃ๐•’๐••๐•– ๐•Š๐•ก๐•š๐•ฃ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•.

๐•‹๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐• ๐•Š๐•จ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž โ„‚๐•’๐•๐• (๐”ธ๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ง๐•–) [๐”ผ๐•ก๐•š๐•”]

โ„‚๐•’๐•๐•๐•ค ๐•’๐•๐• ๐•‹๐•š๐•ฅ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐• ๐”น๐•–๐•–๐•ฅ๐•๐•–๐•ค ๐•จ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•’ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•ฃ๐•’๐•-๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐••-๐•—๐• ๐• ๐•ฅ ๐•ฃ๐•’๐••๐•š๐•ฆ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ง๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•“๐•š๐••๐••๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜.

So pretty similar to the normal Beetles. Just bigger and stronger.

It regarded Zane silently. Its eyes were one flat shade of deep red. Like dried blood.

This one had a few Levels on him, too, and four Major Laws. Its Crush seemed a little different, a little better than the others'โ€ฆ he wondered if it'd help him get that last Minor Law.

He wondered if it was such a good idea to screw around with something this big.

Then he looked at Evan, shuffling nervously side by side.

Yeah. Worst case, he'd still be fine.

"Wait here," said Zane. Then he marched up to the thing. And it pounced.

It moved shockingly quickly for something that big; it launched off six giant legs, kicking up geysers of dirt. It'd snatched him up in a blink like he weighed nothing, seized him between pincers big as cruise-ship anchors. Then it started to crush.

Zane felt Echoing Clangor rev up again, felt that world-shaking rattlingโ€”but much worse than before. It felt like an earthquake was going off in his body. At the same time, those great blades ripped into him. He tried to go into his Zen state, tried losing himself to his trance.

This thing was squeezing pretty darn hard.

Then he heard something crack. It seemed to be his arm.

๐•Ž๐•’๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜!

โ„๐•–๐•’๐•๐•ฅ๐•™ ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐•ฃ ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ%

Ah, shit. Alright. Time to bail.

Zane flexed, putting brute strength against brute strength, trying to force open its jaws. It put up some good resistance. He had to really grunt and grind his way through, little by little. The thing was damned strong. It took all his strengthโ€”at last with a furious roar he broke free, wrenched its pincers wide. He leaped out and tumbled to a sorry gasping halt. He was bleeding quite a bit, but Fiery Renewal was already licking up the wounds.

The Beetle King didn't follow. Instead it raised its head. And its pincers began to tremble.

This sound came out of itโ€”the steely buzzing, sweeping the airโ€ฆ and dots started pouring in at the edges of his mini-map. It was using that swarm caller Skill. But Zane just stared.

He'd been searching in the wrong place this whole time. There it was! He let his mind fade out a little, reach out to it at the level of the soul, tried taking it into himโ€ฆ that Law Fruit he'd eaten was quickly running out. But he managed to squeeze out what he needed.

He heard the way it buzzedโ€ฆ and the way its buzzing brought out new buzzing all around him, until the world was alive with itโ€”he felt it in himself, evenโ€ฆ

๐•ƒ๐•’๐•จ ๐•”๐• ๐•ž๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•™๐•–๐•Ÿ๐••๐•–๐••!

๐•„๐•š๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ƒ๐•’๐•จ ๐• ๐•— ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐• โ„๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ž๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•–๐•ค (๐”ผ๐•๐•–๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•’๐• ๐•ƒ๐•’๐•จ ๐• ๐•— ๐•Š๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•)

He had everything now for the Major Law of Echoing Clangor. He just needed to put them together. Soonโ€”not now. Now the ground was trembling as dozens of hulking bodies closed in on him, climbing over those root walls, crawling up from behind.

"Evan," said Zane calmly. "I need you to run. Go as far as you can."

"No!" cried the boy. He shook his head vigorously. "I won't leave you! If you're staying, I'm staying tooโ€”owโ€ฆ"

Zane had flicked him in the head.

"This isn't some heroic last stand or something," Zane sighed. "I just plan on using some messy Skills. I don't want to hit you on accident."

"Oh." Evan blinked. "When should I come back?"

The beetle king had ended its call; its head was snapping back down, like a bull preparing to charge.

"When they're all dead."

"Oh. Um. Okay." He hesitated for a bit. He felt concerned. In the end he decided to trust Zane. "I'm rooting for you!" he said.

"Thanks."

Evan sped off.

Then Zane took out that Talent Elixir and downed it in two heavy gulps. His whole body felt warm with it, suddenly electric-tingly. Four minor grades, huh.

He raised his hands and his Axes crashed to earth, shivering with Stormfire.

Stormfire Cyclone was Level 2 after the evolution. He hadn't really gotten a chance to test it out yet. He wondered how strong it was now.

He took a quick breath.

Then he raised his hands. And his Axes began to spin.