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Three days after my evolution ceremony, I stood at the northern gate of Haven, watching the Crimson Forest stretch endlessly toward the horizon. The morning light filtered through the red canopy, painting the world in shades of blood and fire. My body still hummed with the new strength of a Basic Evolver—every movement felt sharper, faster, more precise.
Rikkard appeared beside me, his scarred face set in its usual grim expression. He carried a pack twice the size of mine, with weapons strapped across his back and thighs.
"Silver River," he said, not bothering with greetings. "Three days' journey through Stalker territory. We'll hunt along the way, camp twice. If we're lucky, we reach the river by nightfall on day three." He looked at me. "Questions?"
"What's at the river?"
"Razorfish. River Serpents. Crystal Turtles, if we're very lucky or very stupid." He started walking. "Evolved-level creatures. Good gene points. Better souls. Also drowning, current death, and aquatic predators that can swallow you whole." He gnced back. "You wanted to get stronger. This is how."
I followed, my hand resting on the knife at my belt. Since the evolution, I'd acquired two more Basic-rank souls—a Thornback Spine (Tier 2) and a Gloomwing Eye (Tier 3). Combined with my Stalker Cws (Tier 4), I had three souls equipped, the maximum for a Basic Evolver.
Current Loadout:
· Stalker Cws (Basic, Tier 4) - +4 cw damage, bleeding effect
· Thornback Spine (Basic, Tier 2) - Ranged spine attack, 3 uses per day
· Gloomwing Eye (Basic, Tier 3) - Enhanced night vision, echolocation resistance
I felt ready. Dangerous, even.
The forest would teach me otherwise.
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We traveled in silence for hours. Rikkard set a brutal pace—not running, but a fast, ground-eating walk that left me breathless despite my enhanced stamina. He moved with the economy of someone who'd spent years in these woods,每一步 pced to avoid sound, every pause calcuted to observe.
Around midday, he stopped abruptly, one hand raised.
I froze, scanning the trees. Saw nothing. Heard nothing.
"Stalker pack," he breathed. "Twelve o'clock, fifty meters. Five of them. They haven't seen us."
I strained my eyes, and finally caught movement—shadows within shadows, scales shifting color to match the crimson foliage. Five Stalkers, moving in loose formation, their heads low to the ground as they tracked something.
"Hunting," Rikkard murmured. "Not us. Something else. We wait."
We waited ten minutes, barely breathing, as the pack passed within thirty meters. The lead Stalker paused once, lifting its head to scent the air. I felt its gaze sweep over our position, saw its muscles tense—
Then it turned away, following its prey.
Rikkard waited another five minutes before moving. "Good. You stayed still. Didn't panic. That's how you survive pack territory." He resumed walking. "Most beginners die because they move when they should be stone."
By evening, we'd covered more ground than I thought possible. My legs ached, my feet blistered despite the enhanced recovery of my new body, and every muscle screamed for rest. But when Rikkard finally called a halt, I felt something else too—pride. I'd kept up. I hadn't compined. I'd learned.
We made camp in a small clearing, hidden from view by thick undergrowth. Rikkard showed me how to build a fire that produced minimal smoke, how to arrange branches to reflect heat without revealing our position.
"Stalkers fear fire," he said. "Most creatures do. But they'll also investigate smoke, curious. We want warmth, not attention."
We ate dried meat from his pack—Stalker jerky, preserved with salt and smoke. My linker showed a small increase in Basic points, but I was capped now. The meat did nothing for my evolution until I started consuming Evolved creatures.
"Tomorrow we reach the river's edge," Rikkard said, staring into the fmes. "That's where the real danger begins. Razorfish swim in schools of hundreds. One pass, and you're stripped to bone. River Serpents hunt alone, but they're faster than anything on nd. Crystal Turtles are slow, but their shells reflect attacks. You have to flip them, strike the underside."
I listened, memorizing every word.
That night, I dreamed of the warmth in my chest. It pulsed gently, steadily, like a second heartbeat. In the dream, it showed me images—a vast underground chamber, walls covered in strange symbols, and at the center, a crystal formation that matched the warmth's rhythm.
Then something else. A voice, barely audible:
Find... us...
I woke with a start, heart pounding. The fire had died to embers. Rikkard slept soundly nearby, his breathing steady. The forest was quiet—too quiet.
I pressed my hand to my chest. The warmth pulsed back, calm and patient.
What are you showing me? I thought.
No answer. Just the steady rhythm, waiting.
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We reached the Silver River te on the third day.
It was beautiful in a way that made my chest ache—a vast expanse of liquid mercury stretching as far as I could see, winding through the crimson forest like a vein of pure metal. The water moved with deceptive slowness, but even from the bank, I could feel its power. Trees that had fallen into it were swept away in seconds, disappearing downstream at terrifying speed.
"Current's strong," Rikkard said. "Fast enough to kill. Don't fall in."
We followed the bank upstream, looking for signs of Razorfish. Rikkard expined that the fish fed in the shallows during te afternoon, swarming in such numbers that the water itself seemed to boil.
"Watch," he said, pointing to a section of river where the water churned white.
I stared, and slowly, I saw them—hundreds of silver shapes, each the size of my hand, moving with terrifying coordination. Their mouths were circur rings of teeth, constantly opening and closing. Every few seconds, one would leap from the water, and I could see the full horror of those jaws.
"One bite won't kill you," Rikkard said. "But a swarm? They'll strip a Stalker to bones in thirty seconds. A human in twenty."
"How do we hunt them?"
"We don't. We hunt what hunts them." He pointed farther upstream, where the water deepened and darkened. "River Serpents feed on Razorfish. They're immune to the bites—too much scale, too thick. We kill a serpent, we get Evolved gene points. Maybe a soul."
The pn was simple: wait for a serpent to surface while hunting, then attack while it was distracted. Simple, and insane.
We found a position behind a rge rock, overlooking a deep pool where Razorfish congregated. Rikkard estimated we'd wait hours, maybe a full day, before a serpent appeared.
"You have patience?" he asked.
"I have no choice."
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We waited eighteen hours.
The suns set. Darkness fell. The forest came alive with night sounds—Gloomwings hunting, Stalkers calling, creatures I couldn't identify moving through the undergrowth. I stayed behind the rock, wrapped in a thermal bnket Rikkard had provided, watching the river with eyes enhanced by my Gloomwing Eye soul.
The soul worked better than I'd expected. The darkness became twilight, shapes emerging from shadow with surprising crity. I could see the Razorfish still swarming in the pool, their movements almost hypnotic.
Sometime after midnight, Rikkard's hand gripped my arm.
"There."
I followed his gaze. At first, I saw nothing—just the churning water, the dark pool, the silver gleam of fish. Then a shadow moved beneath the surface. Massive. Coiling. Rising.
The River Serpent's head broke the water without a sound.
It was beautiful and terrible—scales of deep green and gold, eyes like molten amber, a mouth rge enough to swallow my entire torso. It surveyed the pool with ancient patience, then struck.
The Razorfish scattered, but too slowly. The serpent's jaws closed on dozens at once, swallowing them whole. Water churned red. The serpent fed with casual efficiency, its massive body unduting as it consumed.
"Now?" I breathed.
"No. Wait until it's full. Slower then."
We waited another thirty minutes as the serpent fed, consuming hundreds of Razorfish. Finally, its movements slowed. It floated near the surface, digesting, content.
"Now."
Rikkard moved first, bursting from cover and racing toward the water. I followed, heart hammering. The serpent saw us, its amber eyes widening with surprise—then rage.
It struck.
Rikkard dove aside, rolling to his feet, his massive bde already swinging. The serpent's head followed him, jaws snapping, but I was already there, Stalker Cws extended, sshing at its neck.
My cws bit deep. The serpent screamed—a horrible, piercing sound—and whipped its body, sending me flying. I hit the water, gasping, the current immediately dragging me downstream.
I fought, kicking, grabbing for anything solid. My fingers found a root, held. The current tore at my body, trying to pull me under, but I held.
Above me, I heard Rikkard's battle cry, the serpent's screams, the spsh of massive coils. Then silence.
"Kaelen!" Rikkard's voice, urgent. "Where are you?"
"Here!" I gasped. "In the water!"
A moment ter, his hand found mine, pulling me to shore. I colpsed on the bank, coughing water, my body shaking from cold and adrenaline.
"The serpent?"
"Dead." Rikkard was breathing hard, his armor torn, blood seeping from a wound on his arm. "Good fight. Now we butcher it before something else finds us."
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We worked through the remaining hours of darkness, carving meat from the serpent's massive body. Rikkard showed me which parts held the most gene points—the heart, the liver, the thick muscles along the spine. By the time the twin suns rose, we had enough meat to fill both our packs twice over.
"Eat," Rikkard said, handing me a strip of raw meat. "First Evolved points. Taste the difference."
I bit into the flesh. The fvor was intense—richer, deeper than any Basic meat I'd consumed. Heat spread through my body as my linker updated:
[EVOLVED GENE POINTS ABSORBED: +8]
[Current Evolved Gene Points: 8/100]
"That's... more than I expected," I said.
"Serpent was big. Strong. More points than usual." Rikkard chewed his own portion, eyes scanning the forest. "Good start. Now we need to move. The blood will attract scavengers."
We packed quickly and began the journey back toward Haven, following a different route to avoid the kill site. By midday, we'd put enough distance between us and the river to feel safe.
That night, as we made camp in a shallow cave, Rikkard examined his wound. It was worse than I'd realized—deep gashes along his forearm, already showing signs of infection.
"Serpent poison," he muttered. "Slow-acting. Need medicine."
"There's medicine in Haven?"
"Days away. Too far." He looked at me. "There's a healer in the forest. Hermit. Lives near here. But she doesn't work for free."
I understood. "What does she want?"
"Beast souls. Evolved rank. She collects them." He wrapped the wound roughly. "I don't have any to spare. Do you?"
I thought about my three Basic souls. Worthless to her. But the serpent—we hadn't checked for a soul.
"We butchered fast," I said. "Did you check the heart?"
Rikkard's eyes widened. "No. Too focused on meat." He stood abruptly, then winced, grabbing his arm. "If there was a soul..."
"It's still there. Back at the river."
"Something else will find it first."
"Then I need to get there before something else does." I stood, checking my knife. "Which way?"
Rikkard stared at me. "You'd go back? Alone? At night?"
"The soul could save your life. And if it's Evolved rank, it could help me too." I met his gaze. "Show me the way."
He did.
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The journey back took four hours at a dead run. My Gloomwing Eye pierced the darkness, revealing threats before they saw me—a Stalker pack hunting upwind, a Thornback sleeping in its nest, Gloomwings swooping through the canopy above. I avoided them all, moving like a shadow through the crimson forest.
The river appeared ahead, silver under the light of two moons. I found our kill site easily—the blood had attracted scavengers, and I could hear them feeding as I approached.
Small creatures—Scavenger Lizards, Basic-rank, too focused on their meal to notice me. I circled wide, approaching the water where the serpent's body y. Most of it was already consumed, picked clean by things I couldn't see. But the heart—the heart y where we'd left it, too tough for small scavengers to penetrate.
I approached slowly, knife ready. The heart was massive, bigger than my head, pulsing with residual energy. I raised my knife to cut it open—
A growl behind me.
I spun. Three Stalkers emerged from the trees, their eyes fixed on me. Not hunting me—hunting the heart. They'd smelled the energy, come to cim it.
"Back off," I muttered. "This is mine."
They didn't back off.
The first lunged. I sidestepped, Stalker Cws extending, sshing its throat as it passed. It crumpled, dying.
The second and third came together. I ducked under one, took a cw to the shoulder from the other, screamed, and kept fighting. My Thornback Spine activated—three projectiles unching into the second Stalker's face. It howled, blinded, and I finished it with a throat strike.
The third Stalker hesitated. I advanced, blood dripping from my cws, and it fled into the darkness.
I turned back to the heart, cut it open, and found—
A small, glowing orb. Green and gold, pulsing with light.
[RIVER SERPENT HEART (Evolved Rank, Tier 3) acquired.]
I grabbed it and ran.
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I reached the cave as dawn broke. Rikkard was pale, sweating, his arm swollen to twice its size. He looked at me with gssy eyes.
"You... came back..."
"I brought this." I held up the soul orb. "Now where's the healer?"
He gave me directions, and I ran again.
The healer's hut was hidden in a grove of ancient trees, surrounded by hanging vines and glowing flowers. An old woman sat on the porch, watching me approach with knowing eyes.
"You have something for me," she said. Not a question.
I held out the River Serpent Heart. "Evolved Rank, Tier 3. Save my friend."
She took it, examined it, nodded. "Follow."
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An hour ter, Rikkard's arm was clean, wrapped in band soaked with herbs, the poison neutralized. He slept, his breathing steady.
The healer looked at me. "That soul was worth more than his life."
"He's my partner. There's no price for that."
She smiled slightly. "You're different from most hunters. They come, they kill, they take. They don't give." She handed me a small pouch. "Herbs. For future wounds. Consider it a gift."
I took it, bowed, and returned to Rikkard's side.
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The journey back took four days, slowed by Rikkard's recovery. We hunted along the way—Stalkers, Thornbacks, even another River Serpent that we killed together, this time without nearly dying.
By the time we reached Haven, my Evolved points had climbed to 34.
Rikkard csped my shoulder at the gate. "You saved my life. I won't forget." He walked into the city, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
That night, in my inn room, I reviewed my status:
[STATUS: KAELEN DRAVIN]
Evolution Tier: Basic Evolver
Gene Points: 100/100 Basic (capped) | 34/100 Evolved
Beast Souls:
· Stalker Cws (Basic, Tier 4)
· Thornback Spine (Basic, Tier 2)
· Gloomwing Eye (Basic, Tier 3)
· New: River Serpent Heart (Evolved, Tier 3) - Not equipped (need Evolved rank)
Crystal Synchronization: 15%
The warm
th pulsed in my chest. The dream fshed through my mind—the underground chamber, the symbols, the voice.
Find... us...
"Soon," I whispered. "I'm coming."
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END OF CHAPTER 4
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