The world seemed to slow as he watched the predator leap through the air, the bee larva still clutched in its sharp, unyielding claws. Her telepathic cries echoed in his mind, a mix of panic and desperation, but his thoughts felt sluggish, unable to keep up with the chaos unfolding before him. The predator was about to vanish into the thick shadows of the forest, and she was going to be lost.
I have to do something...
Panic surged through his body, but with it came a flash of clarity. Fire. It was the only weapon he had, the only thing that might give him a chance to stop this predator. He didn’t have time to think, to second-guess himself—he just acted.
Focusing every bit of energy he could muster, he summoned the small spark of flame deep within him, the same spark he had struggled to control before. But this time, there was no room for hesitation. His body trembled with the effort, but he pushed the flame outward, sending it shooting toward the predator with everything he had.
More. I need more!
The flame flickered at first, weak and unstable, but he forced it to grow, feeding it with all the heat and energy he could draw from his surroundings. The fire roared to life, a blinding burst of heat and light that shot straight toward the predator’s sleek, black form.
The flame hit its mark.
The predator screeched—a high-pitched, ear-splitting cry of pain—as the fire engulfed its side. Its body twisted in the air, and in a moment of pure, panicked reflex, it released the bee larva, dropping her to the ground as it stumbled back in agony.
I did it!
But his relief was short-lived. The predator, still burning, whipped around to face him, its glowing eyes now filled with rage. It locked onto him, its sharp, predatory gaze searing into his mind like a physical force.
Now, he was its target.
The predator’s body rippled with anger as it charged toward him, faster than he’d thought possible. Its sleek form seemed to blur as it closed the distance between them, each powerful stride carrying it closer to him. His heart raced, fear flooding his veins, but there was no time to run. No time to escape.
Fight!
The thought echoed in his mind, his instincts flaring as he summoned his fire magic again. The flame inside him burned hotter, fiercer than ever before. He had no choice but to use everything he had—every ounce of strength, every flicker of magic. He focused all his willpower on the fire, sending another burst of flame toward the predator.
More! I need more!
The fire shot out, a stream of intense heat that lit up the forest around him. The predator snarled as the flames hit, but it didn’t stop. It kept coming, its body burning, its eyes wild with fury.
Desperation clawed at him, but he didn’t back down. He pushed his fire magic harder, willing the flames to grow stronger, hotter, until they were blazing like an inferno. The fire licked at the predator’s sleek fur, consuming it with every passing second. Its snarls turned to screams, the sound echoing through the trees as it fought against the searing heat.
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But still, it didn’t stop.
It lunged at him, claws outstretched, ready to tear him apart.
I can’t let this happen!
With one final surge of will, he unleashed everything he had—every bit of fire magic he could summon. The flames exploded from him in a wave of burning heat, engulfing the predator completely.
The creature screeched again, its body writhing in agony as the fire consumed it. The smell of burning fur filled the air, and the forest around him seemed to shimmer in the heat. For a moment, the predator’s form was lost in the blaze, nothing but a shadow in the flames.
And then, it collapsed.
The burning mass of the predator fell to the ground with a heavy thud, its body still twitching as the flames continued to smolder. He stood there, breathing heavily, his body trembling with exhaustion and fear. The fire inside him flickered weakly, nearly spent, but the predator was dead. He had won.
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Fire Magic – Level 5/10
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A notification flashed in his mind, but he barely registered it. His focus was on the still form of the bee larva, lying motionless on the ground where the predator had dropped her.
Bee! he sent through their telepathic link, his thoughts laced with fear. He rushed over to her, his tiny legs skittering over the dirt and debris as fast as they could carry him.
She wasn’t moving.
Please be okay, please be okay...
When he reached her, he could see her body trembling slightly, her tiny legs twitching as if she were trying to move. Relief flooded through him—she was alive. But she was hurt, badly. The predator’s claws had left deep gashes in her soft body, and her energy was faint.
He nudged her gently with his mind, sending calming thoughts through their link. It’s okay, he sent, trying to reassure her. You’re safe now. We did it.
Her thoughts flickered weakly in response, but she didn’t speak.
We need moonpetals, he thought, his mind racing. The patch of moonpetals they had found earlier was nearby, but he wasn’t sure if she could survive long enough for them to use them. He needed to act fast.
But before he could move, another notification flashed before his eyes.
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Sage Larva Level increased from 4 to 5
Sage Larva Level increased from 5 to 6
Sage Larva Level increased from 6 to 7
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His body trembled as the rush of energy from the level-up coursed through him, healing his wounds and restoring his strength. He could feel his stamina returning, his body growing stronger with each passing second. The pain and exhaustion that had weighed him down after the fight began to fade, and for the first time in what felt like hours, he could breathe.
I leveled up...
The realization hit him like a wave, but there was no time to focus on that now. He turned his attention back to the bee larva, her body still trembling slightly as she lay on the ground. He activated Appraisal, his mind racing as he checked her status.
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[Appraisal Activated]
Name: Unknown
Species: Bee Larva
Level: 6
Status: Severely Wounded
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Her level increased too...
He felt a small flicker of relief at that. The level-up would have helped heal some of her wounds, but she was still in bad shape. He needed to get her to the moonpetals quickly if they were going to fully recover.
Hang on, he sent through their link, trying to project as much calm as possible. I’ll get us both to safety. We’ve got this.
She didn’t respond, but he could feel her presence, weak but still there.
He turned toward the patch of moonpetals, his mind focused on one thing: getting her the healing she needed.