As soon as they reached the top of the volcano, the insects sward them. The blazing moths launched their attack, their bodies glowing red, radiating heat and fire. Within seconds, Wyver and Freya were encircled—trapped in what looked like a living tornado of flas.
Wyver wasted no ti. Summoning his dominion of ice, he created a barrier against the relentless assault. Freya shivered, clutching onto the drake's massive spikes, realizing just how ill-suited her abilities were for battle. For a fleeting mont, she questioned why she had agreed to ride into combat with a creature born for war.
The ice-wielding beast unleashed his devastating skills—Blizzard Cloak and Subzero Dive—tearing through the fiery swarm. At least a hundred moths fell in an instant, their bodies frozen mid-flight, dropping like embers extinguished too soon.
Freya fought to keep her grip, her fingers burning from the strain. Several tis, she nearly lost hold, only saved by her desperate embrace of Wyver's jagged spikes.
"Why did you stir up the hornet's nest?!" she cried out, frustration and panic laced in her voice.
Then, disaster struck. In those few seconds of hesitation, her grip faltered.
She tumbled.
The air rushed past her as she fell—one hundred ters of free descent, with only seconds before impact.
But before she could reach the ground, strong arms caught her. Freya gasped, whipping her head around—Logan had reached her, holding her firmly by the waist before gently lowering her to safety.
"Why didn't you help earlier, huh?" she huffed, pressing a hand to her chest, feeling the erratic pounding of her heart. Her stomach churned, making her uneasy.
Logan could vaguely sense her distress, the lingering fear in her emotions. With a quiet incantation, he used a few spells to calm her mind before moving on.
anwhile, Wyver had already settled the battle—the moths, realizing their doom, fled after experiencing the drake's raw power.
Logan's gaze flickered to the remaining few, struggling to shake the frost from their wings.
With his current creature limit set at 800, he had no hesitation in taming ten of the moths. He knew, in ti, one of them would be chosen as a monarch, once his mana reserves increased through leveling.
Logan observed his newly tad moths, noting that several had already reached the threshold for evolution—so at level 38, with the strongest standing at 41.
Scanning the area, he searched for more potential additions to his ranks. But most of the moths had already perished, their high levels offering little protection against the fierce battle that had unfolded.
Still, with the ones he had secured, he knew there was great potential ahead. Evolution was already happening with those that were level 40 and over, the creatures glowing and the boy already checking their stats to understand them.
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Na: Infernus / Species: Blazewing Moth / Level: 41 / Blood Mark: Lower Thorax / Loyalty: 42/100
Str: 27 / Agi: 36 / Dex: 38 / Con: 42 / Int: 65 / Char: 44
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Scorching Wings: Infernus flutters its glowing wings, scattering embers that cling to surfaces and ignite upon enemy contact.
Fla Mirage: Creates flickering illusions with fire-infused powder, confusing enemies and distorting their perception of movent.
Burning Luster: A flash of radiant fire emitted from its wings stuns enemies montarily while amplifying its own and others of its kind magic-based abilities.
Ashen Drift: Infernus releases a trail of fine ash that reduces visibility, weakens enemy fire resistance, and disrupts tracking abilities.
Infernal Bloom: Releases a burst of fla-infused powder that ignites upon contact, spreading fire in a controlled radius and reducing visibility for enemies while enhancing its own evasiveness.
Infernal Swarm: Pyrestorm Convergence – When multiple Emberveil Moths gather in flight, their combined wingbeats generate a superheated vortex, amplifying the flas in their wake. As they move in unison, they create a spiraling firestorm, engulfing the battlefield in blazing winds and ember-choked skies
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Logan waited as the four evolving creatures completed their transformation. The once small moths—only 14 to 16 centiters before—had doubled in size, their burning bodies now radiating a far more lethal aura. He couldn't help but wonder—if these moths gathered in the hundreds as they had before, even Wyver might struggle to escape their combined power.
A grin ford on his face as he commanded the moths to surround him. He activated Angelic Wings, his powerful flight skill that allowed him to soar effortlessly. Then, layering it with the buff skill Scorching Wings, he intensified the glow, strengthening the effect. His wings blazed with an overwhelming heat, forcing him to carefully regulate their energy—after all, they were directly connected to his back, and the last thing he wanted was to burn himself.
Finally, he activated Infernal Swarm, channeling energy into the moths despite not being one himself. The fiery creatures surrounded him, amplifying his presence to an almost overwhelming level. For a brief mont, his aura blazed with untad power—until he stopped, just in ti to prevent things from spiraling out of control.
But sothing caught his attention.
Not only did his tad moths obey the command, but even the untad joined in and responded, as if instinctively drawn to the swarm's energy.
Logan landed a few ters away from the group, the fiery swarm trailing behind as his tad moths maintained control.
"Well, I guess we have more friends now?" he mused, glancing back at the growing flock. He tried counting them but lost track after thirty—there had to be at least double that number. Still, it was far fewer than those Wyver had obliterated.
"So, what's the plan now?" Silvia asked, wiping sweat from her brow. The suffocating heat pressed down on them, forcing Logan to retrieve mana-infused water from his ring, distributing vials to the others.
"I need a creature that can withstand extre heat," he said, thinking aloud. "If we charge in now, it'll be close to suicide. We need sothing with powerful fire resistance to push forward safely."
His gaze swept the terrain, contemplating his next move. Should he ta the boulder-like creatures, thriving in the volcanic soil? Or should he go for the flaming worms, erging intermittently from beneath the scorched earth?
Ti was of the essence. Logan rushed to ta both creatures and then spotted sothing unexpected—a fish-like creature, swimming effortlessly through the pit of lava.
He wasn't sure how he'd bring the fish back with him, but he decided to provide it with mana crystals, ensuring its evolution would enhance its survival beyond the volcanic depths and would co back for it in the future just like the large leviathan that lived in Elris.
By the end of his efforts, he had secured three new types of creatures.
The Boulder Golem proved particularly fascinating—its next evolution allowed it to reshape its rock-like body at will. It could stand upright like a human or adapt into a quadrupedal form, mimicking the sturdiness of a bear. Though its fire resistance was minor for now, Logan hoped it would strengthen over ti.
The Lavaworm was another valuable addition. Its tough, scaled hide was responsible for its impressive fire resistance, but beyond that, it had a specialized skill—one designed for protecting itself within lava.
Logan nearly wrapped up his search—until fortune struck.
During the Lavaworm's hunt, a small fish had been pushed out of the lava, giving him the perfect opportunity to ta it.
It was the real prize. Unlike the others, its innate fire resistance was unparalleled, allowing it to live within lava indefinitely and even swim deeper into the earth without issue.
This discovery alone made Logan wonder how it would be when the fish finally evolves.
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