Name: Larval Ravager
Type: Primordial-Spawn
Level: 64
HP: ????/????
SP: ????/????
MP: ????/????
Lore: Born of the Maw's blood and one of the subcores of the Domain, this abomination is clearly feeding on the corpses of the Domain's monsters. Its purpose is unknown, but it gains power from its consumption.
Strength: Extremely resilient to physical and magical damage.
Weakness: Unknown
Hadn't it been level 62 before?
The blue box still hovered before Felix's eyes when the image flickered.
Level: 65
Shit shit shit shit.
Felix dismissed his Cloudstep and dropped. He spun and immediately grabbed Harn.
"Something's wrong," he said quietly, pointing in the direction of the Larval Ravager. "It's getting stronger. The Ravager. That's why it's letting us sit here, why it let us move this far out."
"What?" Harn asked.
"It ate what the Revenants brought back, and now it's eating the Revenants too!" Felix included Evie, Vess, and Atar who had come closer to him to hear. "The corpses are making it stronger somehow, it's already jumped up three levels. You saw what the Spawn's Lore said: they get stronger by consuming. This thing is just a big, scaled up version of that. How long before we can't fight it at all?"
Harn made a clucking noise from within his helmet and shouted over his shoulder. "Twin's teeth. Okar, Yvette! Hope yer captain is healed up, cuz we gotta make our move. Now."
"I agree."
Neither Felix nor Harn sensed the attack before it landed. The impact threw them both to the ground as a dark, granite spear slammed into Harn's side. The Onslaught's axes went flying from his grip as he landed face first on the uneven courtyard stonework, while Felix was tossed into the Steel Fortification by a wave of force.
Felix's vision swam, and sounds started to echo unpleasantly.
Status Condition: Concussion (Minor)
"Bastards!" Several Evie's shouted. Felix was pretty sure she was moving toward Harn. The man was bleeding from the earthen spike that had been driven into his side, he could see. "What're you doing!"
"You think we're fools?" Okar growled. "You think we don't know why you're here? What you've done?"
Elwick stood and spat out a mouthful of blood, looking far healthier than before. He was a tall man, easily matching Yvette, but lean where Okar was thick. He wore enchanted robes buckled with steel plated leather Felix noted, though he couldn't read the enchantment while it remained on the man. His face was handsome and symmetrical, perhaps too much so, and his shock of sandy brown hair hung low over his forehead. He frowned imperiously at them.
"Harn Kastos, you and yours have perpetrated violence upon an ally of the Guild. Murder, to be specific. For that you shall be detained and held on trial in the Eyrie," Elwick intoned, perhaps going serious but landing near feverish and urgent. He held up his hands and cracked his knuckles. A vein pulsed in his forehead, and sweat covered his brow. "However, you are trespassing within the Domain. And by order of Elder Teine, that sentence supersedes the former. You must either leave or die."
"You think we're goin' anywhere?" Evie snarled. "You think you can make us?"
"We are trapped here, just as you," Vess added calmly, but she held her silver spear tightly. "If we try to leave this barricade, we will die."
Okar rolled his neck and grinned maliciously. "Then die."
Without a word, the barrel-chested earth mage shot forward, dark, granite-like armor flowing over his body as he reached for the closest target. Vess' eyes widened, but the Journeyman Tier adventurer was fast and she was on the back-foot.
Still disoriented, Unfettered Volition threw him forward and he cocked his fist back to hit the bastard.
Atar was faster.
An explosion of fire bloomed beneath Okar's leading foot, pushing the limb out of true and sending Okar down in a tangle of limbs and cracking boulders.
"Atar? You betray us?" Elwick said, aghast. His eyes were bloodshot despite his healing, and that sweat was getting worse. "You betray your Elder?"
"This is wrong! What are you doing, Captain?" Atar's face was flush and his outstretched hand shook, but his fiery crown sat steady atop his head.
"You don't understand, boy," snarled Okar, and Felix felt a strange twinge from the man. A rapid, ill-tuned refrain. "You step aside, or else you'll share in their fate."
"Listen to Okar," Elwick said, his hard face not giving an inch despite his reddening complexion. "We don't want to kill you too."
"Madness," Alister muttered. "What has Teine done to you?"
"Oathbound," Harn said as he stood up, his hand clenched at his wound. Felix could see the metal of his armor flowing over it and pressing into his skin. "They've been bound to kill."
Atar and Alister both looked at their captain, Yvette, and Okar who had climbed to his feet. Atar grit his teeth. "Is that true? Did the Elder compel you to kill?"
"Only those who entered without permission," Yvette said, her high voice reedy with strain. The Revenants had increased their attacks and it was draining her Mana fast. She fumbled a blue potion to her lips and gasped. "Those stupid enough to dare."
Okar grinned cruelly at them all. "And those stupid enough to defy us."
"Idiots! We'll die if we don't work together!" Atar shouted, but it was too late. In a burst of motion, Elwick and Okar rush at the injured Harn. They knew if Harn fell, the rest of them wouldn't last a minute.
Felix once again threw himself forward, but his aim was still slightly off, his concussion blurring his sense of space. Instead he was hammered in the side by a metallic bar, one that sent him careening into Alister and Atar. All three of them went down in a pile. Groaning, Felix looked up to see Yvette still standing in the same space and grinning with bloody teeth.
"Try again, little boy," she taunted. "Shaping my wall takes Will, not Mana. And I can do this until you die."
Three razor sharp spikes punched from the wall to their right. Felix sent out a Stone Shaping, lifting a crude block of rock out of the ground to block it.
The spikes cut right through it.
A beam of force erupted beneath the leading edge of the spikes, and with an excruciatingly loud groan they bent upward and missed them by inches. Felix looked at Alister, his arm outstretched and panting.
"Thanks," Felix managed, before rolling off the pile. "Evie! Vess! Some help?"
"Already on it!" Evie said, sailing over his head. "You three help Harn!"