Capítulo 13: Adapt or Break
The void felt alive.
The pulsing veins beneath Eliar's feet thrummed with an erratic rhythm, each beat echoing like a war drum in his ears. He stumbled forward, his body battered and trembling, his vision swimming in and out of focus. The faint whispers that had plagued him earlier had returned, growing louder with every step. But now they weren't just whispers—they were words, fragmented and layered, clawing at the edges of his sanity.
Unworthy. Break. Adapt.
Eliar clutched his head, his fingers digging into his scalp. The construct in his mind flared erratically, its threads unraveling and reweaving as if struggling to hold onto coherence.
"Shut up," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Just let me think!"
The void didn't care. The whispers grew sharper, more insistent, until they felt like blades scraping against his mind. The crimson veins flared brighter, their light casting jagged shadows across the alien terrain. Eliar's breath hitched as the ground beneath him began to tremble.
Something was coming.
The first tremor was subtle, a faint vibration underfoot. But it grew, the ground shifting violently as cracks splintered outward. Eliar staggered, barely managing to keep his footing as the terrain split apart. From the fissures emerged shapes—sleek, jagged forms that shimmered with a dark, oily sheen.
The creatures were unlike anything he'd seen before. Their bodies twisted and shifted as they moved, their limbs elongating and contracting unnaturally. Eyes—countless, glowing crimson eyes—blinked in and out of existence across their forms. They weren't creatures. They were aberrations, things that defied logic and form.
Eliar's mind reeled. The construct in his thoughts faltered, its threads unraveling under the weight of what it couldn't comprehend.
"This isn't real," he muttered, his voice trembling. "This can't be real."
But it was. The creatures moved closer, their distorted forms rippling with an otherworldly rhythm. The whispers in Eliar's mind grew louder, merging with the hum of the veins until it felt like the entire world was screaming at him.
Break. Adapt.
The first creature lunged, its movement so sudden and unnatural that Eliar barely had time to react. He threw up a barrier of crimson light, the construct in his mind flaring sharply as the energy surged. The creature struck the barrier, its form warping and twisting against the light, and for a moment, it seemed to falter.
But then it adapted.
Its limbs reshaped, jagged edges turning smooth, and it slipped through the barrier like water through a sieve. Eliar stumbled back, panic clawing at his chest as the creature loomed over him. Its crimson eyes locked onto his, and for a brief moment, he felt it—an overwhelming, suffocating presence. It wasn't just a creature. It was something else. Something greater.
Eliar lashed out, the energy in his hand flaring into a jagged spear. He drove it forward, the construct guiding his movements as the spear struck the creature's center. The light flared brightly, and the creature let out a piercing shriek as its form dissolved into ash.
But the others didn't stop.
Two more lunged at him from opposite sides, their forms shifting and twisting as they closed in. Eliar twisted the construct, reshaping the energy into a wave that surged outward. The blast struck the creatures, forcing them back, but they didn't stay down. They reformed, their bodies reshaping and adapting to the attack.
Eliar's breath came in ragged gasps as he staggered back, his vision blurring. The whispers in his mind grew louder, their tone shifting from mocking to commanding.
Adapt.
The creatures closed in, their movements faster, sharper. Eliar's mind raced, the construct flickering as it struggled to keep up. He gritted his teeth, his remaining hand trembling as he shaped the energy into a shield. The first creature struck, its claws raking against the barrier, and for a moment, it held.
But the second creature wasn't attacking. It was watching.
Eliar's eyes widened as the second creature's form shifted. Its limbs elongated, its edges smoothing, and it lunged—not at him, but at the barrier. It struck with a force that shattered the construct, the energy scattering like glass.
The backlash hit Eliar like a physical blow, sending him sprawling to the ground. His head slammed against the cold stone, and for a moment, his vision went black. When he opened his eyes, the creatures were looming over him, their forms rippling with anticipation.
"No," he whispered, his voice weak. "I won't break."
The construct in his mind flared suddenly, brighter than it had ever been. The threads twisted and wove into a new pattern, sharper and more deliberate. Eliar gritted his teeth, his body trembling as he forced himself to his knees.
"You want me to adapt?" he muttered, his voice shaking. "Fine. Let's see if you can keep up."
The energy around him surged, brighter and more volatile than ever. Eliar raised his hand, the construct guiding him as he shaped the light into a jagged, twisting blade. The first creature lunged, and Eliar struck, the blade slicing through its form with precision. It dissolved into ash, but Eliar didn't stop.
He turned to the second creature, the blade in his hand shifting as the construct twisted. The energy reshaped into a chain, the links glowing with crimson light. He lashed out, the chain wrapping around the creature's limbs and pulling it toward him. The energy surged, and the creature let out a piercing shriek as it disintegrated.
The third creature hesitated, its form rippling as it analyzed him. Eliar stared it down, his breath ragged but steady. The construct in his mind pulsed faintly, its threads weaving into a steady rhythm.
"You're not the only one who can adapt," he muttered, his voice low.
The creature lunged, but Eliar was faster. The energy surged around him, the construct guiding his movements as he struck with precision. The creature dissolved into ash, its shriek echoing through the void.
The silence returned, heavy and oppressive. Eliar stood amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving as the energy faded. The whispers in his mind had stopped, replaced by a faint, steady hum. The construct in his thoughts pulsed faintly, its presence calm and deliberate.
Eliar clenched his fist, his gaze hardening as he stared at the ground. The crimson veins beneath his feet pulsed faintly, their rhythm steady but unyielding.
"This world wants to break me," he muttered, his voice steady. "But I'm not breaking."
He took a step forward, his legs trembling but firm. The void around him was silent, but Eliar knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. The next challenge was already waiting, lurking in the shadows.
And this time, he was ready.
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