The oppressive haze of the plains hung like a shroud, stifling even the faintest hint of a breeze. Jannet’s massive frame heaved as he clawed his way through the swarm, his golden eyes narrowed in defiance. He was Sovereign, chosen by the system to wield authority and strength, to carve a path forward for himself and those who followed him. Yet here he was, his claws sinking into the brittle, corrupted soil, fighting a losing battle against a foe that defied understanding.

The swarm of beetles surged around him, a ceaseless tide of black carapaces and shadowy tendrils. Their bites sapped not his flesh but the very essence of his being. It was an unnatural draining, a cruel perversion of the system's balance, and for the first time since his rebirth, Jannet felt the sting of helplessness. His limbs trembled under the weight of his struggle, and his tail lashed wildly, smashing through clusters of beetles only for them to reform seconds later.

Damn it, he thought bitterly, his claws tearing through another wave of the swarm. I have come too far to fail here. I will not lose to this… this abomination.

The air around him seemed to hum with malevolent energy, the grotesque pagoda at the center of the hive pulsing with a rhythm that felt almost alive. Tendrils of writhing black growth extended from its base, burrowing into the withering earth and spreading corruption like the roots of a twisted tree. The basin atop the pagoda brimmed with the glowing blue liquid, each droplet adding to the unnatural power radiating from the structure.

The swarm redoubled its efforts, their movements more erratic as if sensing his faltering strength. Their bites now burned like frostbite, an icy sting that spread through his scales and seeped into his core. Jannet fought with everything he had, his instincts roaring against the encroaching weakness. He struck out with claws and tail, his movements growing more desperate as his mana ticked away with every passing moment.

He couldn’t allow himself to fall here. He had fought too hard for this new life, clawed his way out of despair to become something greater. The memories of his past life burned in his mind: Walter’s dismissive sneers, Richard’s condescension, the hollow ache of a life spent trapped in the shadows of others. No. He had escaped that. He had done better. He was better.

The swarm pressed in closer, their numbers seemingly infinite, and Jannet’s breaths came in ragged gasps. His once-imposing frame now bore the marks of the battle: scales dulled, claws chipped, and his tail dragging slightly behind him. He was retreating, step by agonizing step, away from the pagoda, his Sovereign instincts screaming in defiance even as his strength waned.

And then, through the haze of the swarm and the suffocating hum of the hive, a brilliant white light pierced the gloom.

The shadow forms of the beetles recoiled as the light burned through them, their carapaces turning to ash in the radiant glow. Jannet’s head snapped toward the source, his golden eyes widening as he saw the familiar forms of his human companions cresting the rise. Leth stood at the forefront, her hands outstretched as she channeled a radiant spell, the light emanating from her like a beacon in the dark.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Jannet rasped, his voice a hoarse rumble as he tried to stand taller despite his battered state.

“We’re not leaving you!” Leth shouted back, her tone fierce despite the strain evident in her posture. The light around her flickered as she faltered for a moment before redoubling her efforts. The swarm hesitated under the pressure of her spell, their movements growing erratic as the holy energy pushed them back.

The rest of the party descended into the fray moments later. Gerrin planted himself beside Jannet, his greatsword gleaming as he raised it in defiance of the swarm. Toren darted around the edges, his enchanted daggers flashing as he slashed at the beetles, each strike reducing them to smoldering ash. Fialla remained at the rear, her staff glowing faintly as she prepared another spell, her eyes darting nervously between her companions and the grotesque pagoda.

“Whatever this is,” Gerrin growled, his voice steady despite the chaos around him, “we have to end it now.”

Jannet straightened, his massive frame trembling but steadying as he drew on the last reserves of his strength. He gestured toward the pagoda, its writhing tendrils still spreading their corruption across the plains. “That,” he said, his voice low and grim, “is the source. Destroy it, or this spreads.”

Leth’s voice wavered as she glanced at him, her chant faltering briefly. “I—I can hold them back,” she said, her tone uncertain but resolute. “But not for long.”

Jannet met her gaze, his expression a mix of determination and gratitude. “Then hold as long as you can. We end this here.”

The group moved as one, an unspoken understanding flowing between them despite the chaos that surrounded them. Leth’s radiant aura flared brilliantly, its warm, holy light cutting through the swarm with each pulse. The beetles recoiled in writhing waves, their shadowy forms disintegrating as they came into contact with the glowing barrier. For a brief moment, the battlefield seemed almost still, the tide of beetles held at bay by the intensity of her spell.

“Keep pushing!” Leth shouted, her voice strained as she maintained the chant that fueled the radiant shield. Sweat beaded on her brow, her hands trembling under the effort, but she didn’t falter. Each word of her prayer carried weight, each verse reinforcing the barrier that granted the group a precious reprieve.

Gerrin led the charge with his greatsword, the massive blade carving through the scattered remnants of the swarm like a scythe through tall grass. His strikes were precise, each swing carrying the weight of his desperation and determination. The blackened forms of beetles burst apart under his assault, their dark wisps dissolving into nothingness only to reform above him with buzzing wings. Despite the swarm’s relentless nature, Gerrin pressed forward, his footsteps steady and unyielding.

Toren moved like a shadow within the chaos, his twin daggers flashing with an eerie green light as they tore through the swarm. The enchanted weapons left trails of faint magic in their wake, and each strike reduced the beetles to shimmering ash. “These daggers were worth every coin!” he shouted with a grin, his voice cutting through the cacophony. He darted between the advancing beetles, his agility allowing him to strike swiftly and retreat just as quickly, his movements a blur of lethal precision.

Behind them, Fialla stood firm, her staff glowing with a steady, otherworldly light. She channeled her magic with a painful strain “More are coming from the pagoda!” she called out, her tone urgent but controlled. She raised her staff again, summoning a swirling vortex of wind that swept through the swarm, temporarily clearing a path.

The closer they came to the grotesque pagoda, the thicker the swarm became. The beetles surged with renewed aggression, their dark forms coalescing into almost fluid waves that sought to overwhelm the advancing group. Gerrin roared, swinging his greatsword in a wide arc that cleaved through a particularly dense mass of beetles. The effort left him momentarily winded, but he squared his shoulders and prepared for the next wave.

“Watch your left!” Toren shouted, his voice sharp with warning as a cluster of beetles lunged toward Fialla. She turned just in time Torren diving to save them his knives cutting with gleaming enchantments.

Jannet, at the forefront of the charge, bore the brunt of the swarm’s assault. His massive claws slashed through the horde with savage efficiency, each strike sending fragments of beetles scattering into the air. His tail lashed out like a whip, smashing through the writhing masses that sought to surround him. Yet for every beetle he destroyed, more seemed to take their place, their numbers seemingly endless.

Leth’s light flickered as she faltered, the strain of maintaining the aura beginning to show. “I—I can’t hold this forever!” she cried, her voice trembling with both effort and fear. The holy energy around her wavered, the cracks in its once-solid barrier allowing a few beetles to slip through.

“Then we’ll finish it before you need to stop!” Gerrin bellowed, stepping in front of Leth and striking down the encroaching beetles with renewed vigor. His greatsword flashed in the dim light, a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness.

“We’re almost there!” Fialla shouted, her voice hoarse from exertion.

“We don’t have time to waste!” Jannet roared, his voice carrying above the chaos. He pushed past the others, his massive frame drawing the attention of the swarm as he charged toward the pagoda. The beetles surged toward him in a relentless tide, their dark forms coalescing into a nearly solid wall.

Jannet surged forward crashing through the wall, his golden eyes affixing on the writhing pagoda at the center of the battlefield. The grotesque structure pulsed with an unnatural rhythm, its tendrils spreading corruption across the ground with every beat. The basin atop the pagoda shimmered with the glowing blue liquid, its surface rippling as more beetles deposited their payloads.

“Sovereign, no!” Leth cried out, her voice breaking as she reached for him, but he was already too far ahead. His tail lashed out, striking the ground with enough force to shake the corrupted soil, and his claws tore through the swarm with renewed fury.

The group watched in stunned silence as Jannet plowed through the horde, his massive form a blur of motion and defiance. For a moment, it seemed as though nothing could stop him. Then the swarm shifted, their movements growing more coordinated as they converged on him with terrifying speed.

“Keep moving!” Gerrin shouted, snapping the group out of their stupor. “We have to back him up, or this is over!”

With a shared cry of determination, the party pressed forward, their movements fueled by desperation and a flicker of hope. Together, they surged toward the heart of the hive, each step bringing them closer to the source of the nightmare.

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Jannet led the charge, his massive form plowing through the tide of beetles with raw force. The closer he drew to the pagoda, the more the swarm seemed to focus on him, their numbers thickening as they sought to overwhelm him. Yet he pressed on, his Sovereign instincts roaring in defiance of the odds. He couldn’t fail now. Not when the lives of his companions—and perhaps the entire region—hung in the balance.

The pagoda loomed before him, its grotesque architecture pulsing with malevolent energy. The basin atop it shimmered with the glowing blue liquid, the surface rippling as more beetles deposited their payloads. Jannet’s claws dug into the ground as he surged forward, his massive frame tearing through the last line of the swarm with a primal roar.

With a final, desperate leap, Jannet crashed into the pagoda, his shoulder slamming into the structure with enough force to shatter its twisted spires. The writhing tendrils at its base snapped and recoiled like wounded snakes, and the basin tipped precariously as the entire structure trembled under the impact.

The glowing liquid spilled over, splashing onto Jannet’s scales and seeping into the wounds left by the swarm. He hissed in pain as the substance burned against his flesh, its unnatural energy coursing through him like a wildfire. Yet even as the agony threatened to overwhelm him, he felt a strange, almost magnetic pull toward the liquid—a connection that defied explanation.

The pagoda collapsed under his weight, the grotesque tendrils shriveling and disintegrating as the hive-core at its center was crushed. The swarm faltered, their movements growing disjointed and sluggish as the source of their power was destroyed. One by one, the beetles disintegrated into ash, their black forms fading into nothingness as the corruption began to recede.

Jannet staggered back, his massive frame trembling as he fought to stay upright. The glow of the blue liquid still clung to him, its energy seeping into his wounds and spreading through his body. He could feel it—something changing, something beyond his understanding—

The blue liquid burned through Jannet’s veins like molten fire, seeping into the very essence of his being. His golden eyes, once so sharp and fierce, now flickered faintly as his massive frame trembled. His claws dug into the brittle, corrupted soil as his strength waned, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Around him, the sounds of battle—the clang of weapons, the shouts of his companions, the dying screeches of the swarm—blurred into an indistinct hum.

Level 8... The system’s cold, unfeeling notification echoed faintly in his mind, a stark reminder of how far he had fallen. His once-dominant Sovereign instincts, which had roared so confidently in the face of danger, were now reduced to a quiet murmur beneath the overwhelming pull of exhaustion.

The world around him began to fade. His vision tunneled, the edges of his sight darkening as the system’s interface flickered erratically. Red warnings flashed before his mind’s eye, each one more frantic and jarring than the last.

System Warning: Corruption Detected...

System Warning: Integration Detected...

Jannet’s claws twitched involuntarily, his massive body collapsing onto its side as the strength in his limbs gave out. He wasn’t dying—at least, not in the way he understood death. This was something different. Something deeper. The liquid’s unnatural energy coursed through him, breaking down barriers within his system profile that he hadn’t even known existed.

Warning: Achievement Con—con—congratulations!

The words glitched, their garbled tones cutting through the haze of his fading consciousness. He tried to focus, tried to understand what was happening, but his thoughts were disjointed, slipping through his grasp like sand through claws.

System Detected: Rebooting... Reboot... Failed.

System Rebooting...

He wasn’t underground, wasn’t submerged in water, yet everything felt muffled, distant. The noises of the humans—shouts of concern, calls of his name—reached his ears as though filtered through a dense fog. Jannet’s mind struggled to anchor itself, to cling to something familiar, but the system interface refused to relent. Its presence in his mind was all-encompassing now, a storm of red warnings and urgent pings that drowned out everything else.

System Input Required: Manual Reboot Y/N.

The words blinked in his mind, insistent and unyielding. Yes or no. It was a simple choice, yet the weight of it pressed down on him like a mountain. His thoughts swirled, fragmented memories of his past life bleeding into the present.

Walter’s disdainful sneer.

Richard’s condescension.

The hollow ache of a life spent catering to others who never saw his worth.

He had vowed to be better. To be more. To build something strong enough to shield those who depended on him, whether lizard or human. And yet, here he was—reduced, weakened, teetering on the edge of losing everything he had worked for.

Yes or no.

The words pulsed in his mind, demanding an answer.

Jannet’s thoughts sharpened, his Sovereign instincts roaring one final time in defiance of the paralysis creeping through him. Yes. The whole point had been to have power, to use it to protect and to build. To ensure no one under his care would ever feel the despair he had once known. Yes, because giving up was never an option. Not for him.

Yes.

The moment he made his choice, the system screamed. Red flooded his mind’s eye, a torrent of errors and warnings cascading in rapid succession.

System Reboot Initiated...

Warning: Integration Unstable...

System Profile Corrupted...

Jannet’s body convulsed violently as the liquid within him surged, reacting to the system’s attempts to repair itself. His scales glowed faintly, a sickly blue light emanating from the cracks between them as the corruption fought against his Sovereign essence. Pain wracked his body, a searing agony that felt as though his very soul were being torn apart and reassembled piece by piece.

And then, silence.

Jannet’s consciousness slipped away, his massive frame lying still amidst the battlefield. The last thing he registered was the faint, almost imperceptible pulse of the system within him.

“Sovereign!” Leth cried again, her voice trembling as she dropped to her knees beside the Sovereign’s still form. Her hands trembled as she extended them over his battered body, their familiar golden glow of healing magic flickering into life. The light spilled over his scales, seeking out the countless wounds left behind by the swarm’s relentless assault, but as she worked, her breath hitched in confusion.

The burns and gouges across the Sovereign’s obsidian scales didn’t respond to her magic as they should have. Instead of mending, they shimmered faintly, glowing with a blueish-golden hue that pulsed like an unsteady heartbeat. The strange markings seemed etched into his scales themselves, forming intricate, almost tribal patterns that spread outward with every passing moment.

“Leth?” Gerrin’s voice cut through her concentration, rough with worry. The fighter stood nearby, his greatsword still gripped tightly in both hands, his eyes darting between Jannet’s glowing form and the surrounding battlefield. “Is he… alive?”

Leth nodded slowly, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Yes,” she said, her voice trembling with uncertainty. “But something’s wrong. This... this isn’t normal.”

She stared at the glowing tattoos searing themselves deeper into Jannet’s scales. The blueish-golden patterns were almost beautiful, their sharp lines and curves reminiscent of divine script, but the way they writhed and grew felt deeply unsettling. It was as though they were alive, carving themselves into his body with a purpose she couldn’t comprehend. The flickering light they emitted seemed to mock her healing efforts, rejecting her magic even as she poured more energy into the spell.

“I’ve never…” Leth whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ve never prayed to heal a non-human before. But this… this isn’t about species. This is something else entirely.”

She doubled her efforts, her hands glowing brighter as she channeled her connection to the divine, the words of her prayer spilling from her lips in a desperate chant. The golden light of her spell enveloped Jannet’s form, but the system’s pings began to flood her mind, sharp and insistent.

No Damage Detected.

Healing Not Required.

The messages repeated, cold and unyielding, as though mocking her attempts to help. Leth’s brow furrowed deeply, frustration and confusion warring within her as she continued her chant. “But he’s hurt!” she snapped, her voice breaking. “I can see it. I can feel it. Why won’t it work?”

“Leth.” Gerrin’s voice was firmer this time, pulling her from her frantic focus. He crouched beside her, his greatsword resting on the ground as he placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. “If the system says there’s no damage…”

“Then what am I looking at?” she interrupted, her voice raw with emotion. She gestured toward Jannet’s body, her trembling hands hovering over the strange patterns that now covered his scales. “This isn’t normal. This isn’t right. What is this?”

Torren stepped closer, his daggers still in hand as his sharp eyes scanned the battlefield. “Whatever it is, we don’t have time to figure it out,” he said grimly. “That light—it’s not natural. If anything’s still out here, it’s going to see it from miles away.”

Calis, standing just behind him, nodded in agreement. Her bow was still in hand, an arrow nocked and ready as she kept her gaze fixed on the horizon. “We need to move,” she said, her tone clipped. “Whatever happened here, it’s above our pay grade. We have to get out before something else shows up.”

The group exchanged uneasy glances, their nerves frayed and their exhaustion palpable. Gerrin finally broke the silence, his voice heavy with frustration. “Fine. But we’re not leaving without him.”

He gestured toward Jannet, whose massive frame twitched faintly as the glowing tattoos continued to spread. The Sovereign’s breathing was shallow but steady, his body seemingly caught in some kind of liminal state. Despite his unconsciousness, the aura emanating from him felt oppressive, a weight that pressed down on the group like the eye of a storm.

Torren’s gaze lingered on Jannet for a moment before he turned away, his expression unreadable. “I’m not carrying him,” he muttered, though the usual humor in his tone was absent. “Not that I could if I wanted to.”

“We need him to wake up,” Calis said quietly, her sharp eyes flicking back to the glowing tattoos. “If this is what we’re up against, we’re going to need all the strength we can get.”

Gerrin nodded, his jaw tightening as he sheathed his greatsword and moved to Jannet’s side. “Then let’s make sure we’re ready to move the moment he does.”

Leth hesitated, her gaze lingering on the faintly glowing patterns that marred Jannet’s once-pristine scales. She didn’t understand what had happened here—what was happening—and the thought of leaving the mystery unresolved gnawed at her. But the others were right. This place wasn’t safe, and the Sovereign couldn’t protect them in his current state.

“I’ll stay with him,” she said firmly, her hands still glowing faintly as she adjusted her position beside the massive lizard. “If he stirs, I’ll know.”

Gerrin gave her a curt nod before rising to his feet, his expression hardening as he turned his attention back to the horizon. Torren and Calis moved to secure the area, their movements quick and efficient despite their visible exhaustion. Fialla lingered at the edge of the group, her staff clutched tightly in both hands as she muttered to herself.

The oppressive silence of the battlefield weighed heavily on them, broken only by the faint hum of the glowing tattoos and the occasional whisper of the wind. Each member of the party felt the tension like a physical presence, their unease growing with every passing moment.

As the minutes stretched on, Gerrin finally broke the silence, his voice low and grim. “What do we do if he doesn’t wake up?”

Leth’s hands stilled for a moment, her golden eyes meeting his with a mixture of determination and fear. “He will,” she said, her tone resolute. “He has to.”