Lure of the beast

Clayton stalked through the Forgotten Atlanta Expanse, Regalia of the Verdant Warden in spear form, its Mycoglyph gauntlet pulsing with Earthcore Nexus's rhythm.

His humanoid form, fully recovered, moved with predatory grace, plasma burns and psychic scars gone, Heartseed Core steady at 70% Genesis Threshold.

Behind him, his 30 Initiate Ember Behemorph minions fanned out via Aphid Network; 12 Thorn Hounds snarling, 8 Howl Shriekers slinking, 7 Ash Sprites flickering, 5 Spore Drifters cloaked in mist.

He wasn't just sending them to hunt unsubordinated Behemorphs this time.

This time, he'd lead, his Verdant Tyranny demanding efficiency to grow his dominion.

He didn't want to admit it, but he was under pressure.