Beast Evolution Forge - Chapter 192

Chapter 192: I am dropping this book 2
By midday, the first signs of trouble appeared. Dark clouds gathered in the west, directly over the mountains. They weren’t rain clouds – nothing so kind in this place. They were the color of bruises, swirling with unnatural energy.

“Storm’s coming,” Regina said, checking her interface. “A big one.”

“Can we reach the mountains before it hits?” Jolly asked, shielding her eyes to look ahead.

“Maybe,” Regina replied. “But we’d be caught on the slopes when it arrives. Not ideal.”

Vell considered their options. Pushing forward meant facing the storm head-on. Waiting meant delay, and every day spent in the desert drained their resources. Neither choice was good.

“We push on,” he decided. “If the storm gets too bad, we find shelter and wait it out.”

They quickened their pace, eating and drinking while walking to save time. The mountains grew larger with each hour, revealing their true size – towering peaks of jagged stone, nothing like the smooth dunes they’d grown used to. The storm clouds spread, reaching out like hungry fingers across the sky.

Then the wind changed.

It started as a gentle shift, barely noticeable. Then it grew stronger, carrying small grains of sand that stung their skin. Within minutes, it was howling around them, whipping their clothes and forcing them to cover their faces.

“Sandstorm!” Regina shouted over the noise. “It’s coming faster than I expected!”

Vell scanned the area, looking for any shelter. There was nothing but open ground between them and the mountains, nowhere to hide from the storm’s fury.

“Stay together!” he ordered, grabbing Ruby’s hand. “Form a chain! Don’t let go!”

They linked hands, forming a human chain with Vell at the front and Jia at the rear. The sand grew thicker in the air, cutting visibility to almost nothing. Each breath brought grit into their lungs, making them cough and gasp.

“Master, I can’t see!” Ruby cried, her voice barely audible over the wind.

“Just hold on!” he shouted back. “Keep moving forward!”

They stumbled through the storm, fighting against wind that tried to knock them down and sand that tried to bury them. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The medallions in Vell’s pocket grew warm, pulsing with energy that seemed to respond to the storm.

Then, through the swirling sand, he saw it – a dark shape ahead, too straight to be natural. A wall, maybe, or a building. Something man-made.

“There!” he pointed, tugging the chain toward it. “Shelter!”

They pushed forward with renewed energy, and slowly the shape became clearer. It wasn’t a building but a massive stone arch, standing alone in the desert. Behind it, carved into the mountain’s base, was a doorway – similar to the one they’d found in the canyon.

They stumbled through the arch, and suddenly the wind dropped. The air cleared. Though the storm still raged just feet away, they stood in a perfect circle of calm, as if protected by an invisible shield.

“What is this place?” Jolly asked, brushing sand from her clothes.

Regina stepped forward, studying the arch above them. “It’s another ruin,” she said, excitement creeping into her voice. “But this one’s active. Look at the symbols – they’re glowing.”

The arch was covered in carvings that shimmered with purple light, matching the color of the Twilight Medallion. The doorway beyond led into darkness, a tunnel cutting into the mountain’s heart.

Vell pulled out all four medallions. They glowed brighter now, almost pulsing in time with the symbols on the arch. “This is it,” he said. “The last medallion must be inside.”

They approached the doorway cautiously, remembering all the traps and guardians they’d faced before. But nothing blocked their path – no statue came to life, no riddle demanded an answer. The tunnel simply waited, dark and silent.

“Too easy,” Jia muttered, daggers ready in her hands.

“Stay sharp,” Vell agreed. “The real challenge is probably deeper inside.”

Regina summoned her light orb, and they entered the tunnel. Unlike the previous ruins, this one didn’t feel abandoned. The air was warm and fresh, flowing around them like it was being circulated somehow. The walls were smooth black stone, polished to a mirror shine, with no dust or cracks to show the passage of time.

They walked for what seemed like miles, the tunnel sloping gently downward. Then it opened into a vast chamber that took their breath away.

The room was circular, with a domed ceiling that seemed impossibly high. In its center stood not a pedestal or a guardian, but a massive crystal – yellow like the desert sun, and taller than Vell himself. It floated a few inches above the ground, spinning slowly, emitting a soft hum that they could feel in their bones.

“The final medallion,” Regina whispered, her eyes wide. “It’s inside the crystal.”

She was right. Embedded in the crystal’s heart was a yellow medallion, its surface etched with the same symbols they’d seen throughout the desert.

“How do we get it out?” Ruby asked, reaching toward the crystal but stopping short of touching it.

Vell stepped forward, studying the room. Unlike the other ruins, there were no obvious mechanisms, no slots for the medallions they’d already collected. Just the crystal, spinning in silence.

“Maybe we break it?” Wren suggested, flexing her claws.

“I don’t think force is the answer this time,” he replied. He circled the crystal, feeling the energy coming off it. It wasn’t threatening – more like a pulse, steady and calm, like a heartbeat.

On a hunch, he pulled out the other four medallions. Immediately, they began to glow brighter, responding to the crystal’s presence. The blue, green, red, and purple discs hummed in his hands, growing warmer by the second.

“I think they want to be reunited,” he said.

He held the medallions out toward the crystal. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the crystal’s spin slowed, and a seam appeared in its surface – a thin line that widened into a crack. The crack spread, branching out like lightning, until the entire crystal was covered in a web of light.

With a sound like chimes, the crystal shattered – not into pieces that fell to the floor, but into motes of light that floated upward, swirling around the yellow medallion at its center. The medallion hung in the air for a moment, then gently descended into Vell’s waiting hands.

[Ancient Artifact Found: Solar Flare Medallion. 500 points earned. Collection Complete: Medallion Set (5/5). 1000 bonus points earned.]

“We did it,” Ruby breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. “We found them all.”

Vell nodded, placing the yellow medallion with the others. Five medallions, five colors – blue, green, red, purple, and yellow. Together, they formed a complete set, thrumming with power that seemed eager to be used.

“Now for the tower,” he said. “We take these back to the machine and see what happens.”

A slow clap echoed through the chamber, bouncing off the walls and growing louder with each echo. They spun around, weapons ready, to find Korran standing in the tunnel entrance. Behind him, at least a dozen Desert Kings blocked the way out, their faces hard and weapons drawn.

“Impressive work,” Korran said, his scarred face twisted in a mocking smile. “Gathering all five medallions… saving us the trouble of finding them ourselves.”

“How did you find us?” Regina demanded, her grimoire already glowing with prepared spells.

“Tracked you,” he replied with a shrug. “This floor’s a desert. Footprints last, if you know how to read them. And we know this desert better than anyone.”

Vell stepped forward, the medallions secure in his pocket. “You followed us through that storm? I’m almost impressed.”

Korran’s smile vanished. “Hand over the medallions, and maybe we let you walk out of here.”

“We’ve had this conversation before,” Vell said, his voice cold. “It didn’t end well for you then.”

“Different situation now,” Korran replied, drawing his curved sword. “You’re cornered, and we’ve brought more friends. Plus, I’m guessing you’re tired after that long walk and your little treasure hunt.”

The Desert Kings spread out, blocking any escape route. They weren’t the disorganized group from the tower – these fighters moved with purpose, taking positions like they’d practiced this many times.

Vell glanced at his team. They looked tired, yes, but their eyes were sharp and ready. They’d faced worse odds and come through.

“Last chance,” Korran said, raising his sword. “The medallions, or we take them from your corpses.”

Vell sighed, as if this was all just a bothersome delay. “Girls,” he said calmly, “let’s show them why that’s a bad idea.”

The fight exploded in an instant. Korran charged forward, his sword a blur of motion. Vell met him halfway, drawing his Desert Fang dagger in one smooth movement. The other Desert Kings rushed in, but Vell’s team was ready.

Ruby fired water blasts from her bracers, knocking two fighters back against the wall. Wren became a whirlwind of claws, striking so fast her opponents couldn’t track her movements. Jia’s daggers flashed in the crystal’s fading light, finding gaps in armor with surgical precision. Jolly met the biggest fighters head-on, her strength matching theirs blow for blow. Regina stayed back, casting barriers and attack spells with calm efficiency.

In the center of it all, Vell danced around Korran’s wild swings. The man was strong but slow, and anger made him sloppy. Vell ducked a horizontal slash and stepped inside Korran’s guard.

“You never learn,” he said, driving his dagger toward Korran’s chest.

But something unexpected happened. As the blade neared its target, Korran smiled – a confident, knowing smile that didn’t belong on someone about to lose. His free hand shot out, catching Vell’s wrist in a grip like iron.

“Neither do you,” he growled.

The room shifted. The walls blurred, and the floor seemed to drop away. Vell felt a surge of mana – not his own, but wild and uncontrolled, ripping through the chamber like a storm.

The medallions in his pocket burned hot, reacting to the sudden energy. He tried to break Korran’s grip, but the man held firm, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light.

“Did you think we came for just the medallions?” Korran laughed, his voice echoing strangely. “We came for the power source – this chamber. The medallions are just the key.”

The room spun faster, light pouring from the walls and ceiling. Vell heard his team shouting, but their voices seemed distant, underwater. The medallions burned hotter, pulsing in his pocket like they were trying to escape.

“Master!” Ruby’s voice cut through the chaos. “The medallions! They’re activating!”

He reached for them, but it was too late. The five discs burst from his pocket, flying upward and forming a circle in the air. They spun, faster and faster, trailing light like comets.

“Yes!” Korran shouted, his face twisted with triumph. “The ascension begins!”

The medallions’ light grew blinding, and a beam shot from their center, striking the floor between Vell and Korran. The ground cracked, and from the fissure rose… something. A shape, forming from light and sand and stone, taking on a humanoid form but larger, much larger than any player.

“What have you done?” Vell demanded, backing away from the growing figure.

Korran’s laughter was edged with madness now. “Awakened the guardian of the desert – the true power behind this floor. With it under our control, we’ll rule here forever!”

The figure solidified – a giant made of sand and stone, its eyes glowing with the same colors as the five medallions embedded in its chest. It towered over them all, its head nearly touching the domed ceiling.

“Bow,” Korran commanded it, raising his sword. “Bow to your new master!”

The sand giant turned slowly, looking down at Korran with ancient eyes. Then it reached out one massive hand and closed it around him.

Korran screamed, a sound of pure terror, as the giant lifted him off the ground. Sand poured from between its fingers, covering him, entering his mouth and eyes. The other Desert Kings backed away, some running for the tunnel, others frozen in horror.

“It’s not controlled by the medallions,” Regina realized, her voice shaking. “It IS the medallions – their true form!”

The giant dropped what remained of Korran – not a body, but a husk, drained of life and mana. Then it turned toward Vell and his team, its gaze heavy with ancient power.

“Run!” he shouted, grabbing Ruby’s arm and pulling her toward the tunnel. “Everyone out! Now!”

They ran, the remaining Desert Kings scrambling ahead of them. Behind them, the giant roared – a sound like a sandstorm compressed into a single moment – and gave chase.

The tunnel seemed longer now, stretching endlessly ahead. They could feel the giant’s footsteps shaking the ground, getting closer with each passing second.

“It’s gaining on us!” Wren yelled, risking a glance back.

“Keep moving!” Vell ordered. “We need to reach the surface!”

They burst from the tunnel into the open air, only to find the sandstorm still raging outside. The arch still created a circle of calm, but beyond it was a wall of swirling sand, impossible to pass through safely.

“We’re trapped,” Jia said, turning back to the tunnel where the giant’s footsteps grew louder.

Vell’s mind raced. The medallions had awakened something ancient and powerful – something that clearly wasn’t meant to be controlled. But there had to be a way to stop it.

“The tower,” he said suddenly. “The machine in the tower – it’s not for controlling the desert. It’s for containing this thing!”

“But it has the medallions,” Regina said, her eyes wide with understanding. “We need them to activate the machine.”

The tunnel mouth glowed as the sand giant approached, its massive form blocking the passage. Outside the arch’s protection, the storm whirled faster, as if responding to the giant’s presence.

“We need to get the medallions back,” Vell said, readying his dagger. “And to do that, we need to fight.”