The Rootsite plaza in the Forgotten Atlanta Expanse was a crucible of chaos, Verdant Bastion's thorned turrets and venom-sap pits pulsing under Mycoglyphs' sickly glow.
Clayton stood bloodied but unbowed, Regalia of the Verdant Warden in spear form, Heartseed Core at 99% Genesis Threshold, Aspect Strain catastrophic yet fueled by spite.
Sheer willpower kept him going.
His 22 Initiate Ember Behemorph minions; 9 Thorn hounds, 7 Howl Shriekers, 5 Ash Sprites, 1 Spore Drifter flanked him via Aphid Network.
At his side loomed the Spore Plague Lord, a Luminous Seed Spore Crown Behemorph, its fungal mass radiating Toxic Spore Shroud, Mycotic Tendrils quivering like ghostly apparitions.
The Verdant Apostates; four corrupted trial survivors filled with a fiery desire to see him dead attacked, expecting a weakened Clayton, unaware his outlier gamble had turned their ambush into a trap.
As soon as they came, Clayton reacted.
