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XGO CHAPTER 38
🕑 Added 2025-04-13 16:55:44 +0000 UTCThe scent of scorched earth and drifting ash clung to the sanctuary's once-pristine air like a shroud of death. Where once there was peace—lush canopies swaying in gentle breezes, warm winds carrying the scent of life, and melodic birdcalls echoing through vibrant foliage—now there was only smoke, blood, and fire. The very essence of the place had been transformed in mere hours, paradise twisted into a vision of hell itself.
The World Tree groaned again, a sound not of wood or wind, but of something deeper. A soul wounded. The sound reverberated through every living thing connected to it, a bass note of agony that made defenders clutch their chests in sympathetic pain. The massive trunk, once gleaming with health and vitality, now showed veins of corruption spreading like dark lightning across its surface.
Its ethereal glow dimmed at the edges, flickering like a flame caught in a storm. Once-brilliant emerald light now pulsed with sickly rhythm, occasionally flashing crimson when the pain seemed to intensify. Elara and her fellow dryads were already at the base of its roots, bark-skinned hands pressed against the infected wood, chanting healing hymns that sounded like wind through ancient forests. Their voices blended in haunting harmony as golden sap tears streaked their wooden cheeks.
"Don't die," Elara whispered, her voice breaking. "Please don't die. We're with you."
The roots beneath their hands pulsed weakly in response, but the veins of red rot continued to spread, defying their desperate efforts.
Alex stood nearby, surveying the devastation. His Vasto Lorde armor was cracked and scorched in dozens of places, black ichor streaking the once-pristine white plates. Blood—some his, some not—had dried in rivulets down his arms and chest. His breathing was labored, the hollow mask partially cracked across one eye, revealing the human beneath. The battle with Mephisto's hellspawn had slowed momentarily, leaving a field of shattered bone and smoldering ichor where once there were gardens and gathering places.
Survivors moved through the wreckage, pulling wounded companions from debris, setting up makeshift medical stations where the wounded moaned in pain. Children huddled in groups, many still trembling with shock, their wide eyes reflecting horrors no child should witness. A young boy with scaled skin clutched a singed stuffed animal to his chest, rocking back and forth, whispering "Make it stop" over and over.
But something was wrong. Alex felt it before he saw it—the unnatural stillness. The sky above was wrong. Too quiet. The hell-beasts that had been swarming just minutes ago had suddenly retreated, leaving an eerie calm that raised the hair on the back of his neck.
"They're regrouping," Marcus said, limping to Alex's side. Half his face was covered in bandages, crimson already seeping through. "Or something worse is coming."
Alex opened his mouth to respond when it hit—a sound so piercing it shattered the crystal walkways still intact after the first assault. A screech that sliced through the air like a blade, forcing defenders to cover their ears in pain. Shadows raced across the ground, eclipsing the fading sun.
They came not on wings of feather, but bone—great pterosaurs, twisted into abominations by hellfire. Their wingspans stretched thirty feet or more, jagged bones exposed where leathery membranes should be, yet somehow still airborne on currents of infernal energy. Their eye sockets blazed with malevolent intelligence, and magma dripped from their skeletal beaks, igniting whatever it touched as they swooped low over the sanctuary.
"INCOMING!" someone screamed, just before the first dive-bombing pterosaur snatched a fleeing defender in its talons, carrying the screaming mutant skyward before dropping her from a fatal height.
The aerial assault had begun.
Behind the first wave of flyers, an ear-splitting roar cracked through the mountain ranges, so powerful it dislodged avalanches of ice and stone that thundered down distant slopes. The sound vibrated through bone and sinew, a challenge that promised death.
From the distant ice cliffs emerged the second wave—towering spinosauruses, their skeletal frames enhanced to monstrous proportions. Where the first wave had been terrifying, these were apocalyptic—sixty feet tall, their bones fused with glowing runes that pulsed with unholy power, their flesh half-rotted, half-rebuilt from smoldering stone and molten sinew. Their massive sail-crests now served as conduits for infernal energy, crackling with red lightning that arced between them as they moved in terrible synchronicity.
Their jaws stretched wider than trucks, lined with serrated teeth that glowed like hot metal. Their footfalls cracked the frozen ground, and their tails dragged trenches in the ice, leaving trails of steaming, corrupted earth. From a distance, they resembled a moving mountain range of death, their advance deliberate and unstoppable.
Mephisto had unleashed his next wave.
"Get everyone inside NOW!" Alex roared, his voice carrying across the sanctuary through the Tree's faltering communication system. "AIR SUPPORT! We need air support!"
Mutants with flying abilities launched themselves skyward, powers flaring as they engaged the pterosaurs. A woman with lightning crackling around her fists blasted three skeletal flyers from the sky in a chain of thunderous explosions. A teenage boy transformed into living steel, allowing himself to be carried aloft by pterosaurs before tearing their wings apart mid-flight.
But for every hell-beast they destroyed, three more appeared, diving from cloud-cover with unnatural coordination. One swooped low over a medical station, its wings trailing fire that ignited bandages and medicinal herbs. Screams erupted as the wounded scrambled to escape the flames, many too injured to move quickly enough.
A dryad healer, her bark-skin already blackened from an earlier battle, placed herself between the flames and her patients. She spread her arms wide, drawing moisture from the air itself to combat the blaze. For a moment, she succeeded—steam hissing as water met fire. Then three pterosaurs dove simultaneously, their beaks piercing her wooden form from different angles. She didn't scream. She simply crumbled, her body disintegrating into golden dust that scattered across the patients she'd died protecting.
Inside the crystalline hall that served as the sanctuary's command center, the adult mutant council stood gathered in grim silence, huddled around a projected model of the sanctuary's rapidly failing defenses. Holographic displays showed red breach points multiplying across their perimeter, while the life-signs of defenders winked out one by one—each light representing a life lost in battle.
Alex stood at the center, his armor still radiating with the residual black-red energy of his last transformation. The Vasto Lorde form had receded somewhat, but not entirely—bone-white plates still protected vital areas, and his eyes retained their golden-black hue. Blood dripped slowly from his fingertips onto the crystal floor, forming small pools that reflected the emergency lighting pulsing overhead.
"We can't hold them all," one council member growled, slamming his fist on the table hard enough to crack the surface. His stone-like skin was pitted with battle damage, and one eye was swollen shut. "We barely survived the first wave! This is—this is extinction-level, Alex!"
"Maybe we should consider evacuation," another suggested, voice trembling. "The lower tunnels might still—"
"Lower tunnels are overrun," Marcus interrupted, bringing up a new display showing thermal readings from below. "That's where they're coming from. Hell's opened up down there."
A series of explosions rocked the building, sending dust cascading from the ceiling. The lighting flickered ominously.
"The eastern barriers just failed," reported a communications mutant, her eyes glowing with data-sight. "We've lost contact with everyone in that sector."
Alex studied the holographic display, his tactical mind calculating odds that grew worse by the second. "Redirect defenders from the northern quadrant. We need to establish a chokepoint here—" he pointed to a narrow pass between two massive roots.
"There's another problem," Elara whispered. The wooden skin of her face looked ashen and gray, deep cracks spreading along her cheekbones. All eyes turned to her as she stepped forward. "The Tree is weakening, but not just from the assault. Something is rotting it from the inside. I felt... corruption. Not from outside. From within."
A silence settled over the room, heavy and suffocating. Elara's words clung to them like a shadow that couldn't be shaken.
"Explain," Alex demanded, his voice unnaturally quiet.
"When I connected to the Tree's consciousness," Elara continued, her fingers absently tracing the cracks in her skin, "I sensed... deception. Betrayal. The breach didn't just happen. Someone opened it. Someone who knows the Tree's heart."
Someone murmured, "You're saying there's a traitor?"
Before anyone could respond, the doors to the council chamber burst open. A young mutant scout staggered in, half his body burned black, skin peeling away in strips. "They're—they're inside," he gasped, before collapsing face-first onto the floor. Blood pooled around him, too much blood.
A distant roar shook the foundations of the building.
"We're out of time," Alex said, turning toward the door. "Get the children to the upper branches. Anyone who can fight, with me. Now."
In a quiet chamber away from the chaos, Sam sat hunched on his bed, body trembling uncontrollably. His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhalation visible in air that had grown unnaturally cold despite the fires raging throughout the sanctuary. Shadows crawled along the walls like living things, elongating and contorting though no fire burned in the room.
His hands shook as he stared at them—hands that had once belonged to a scared boy, now weapons of unimaginable destruction. Beneath his skin, veins pulsed with orange-red light in rhythm with his accelerating heartbeat.
"You killed them," a voice whispered from the dark. Not Mephisto—no, not yet—but another. A memory. A face twisted in agony. A scream echoing through antiseptic hallways of the lab. A fellow mutant, strapped to a gurney, burned alive when Sam had lost control during one of the "tests."
"No," he rasped, clawing at his own arms until they bled. "It wasn't me. It was them. It was them or me—"
"You killed her," the voice hissed again, clearer now, almost tangible. A girl with eyes green as summer leaves. The one who cried before every injection. The one who called him brother in whispered conversations through air vents. The one whose ashes they'd hosed down a drain while Sam watched, paralyzed by drugs and fear.
Sam clutched his head, fingers digging into his scalp until blood trickled down his temples. The dagger—the one he'd taken from the heart of the World Tree—glowed red-hot beneath his pillow, pulsing like a second heartbeat. His skin itched and burned with hell's breath, the sensation crawling across his flesh like a thousand insects.
Through the window, he could see the battle raging—defenders falling, children screaming, the World Tree's light fading. And somehow, despite the distance and chaos, he locked eyes with a young dryad as she was torn apart by a hell-beast. Her expression wasn't fear or pain, but betrayal. As if she knew what he had done.
Mephisto's voice slithered into his thoughts like oil across water, smoother than before, stronger now that the connection had been established.
"You wanted power, Sam. You wanted revenge. I gave it." The voice was almost gentle, understanding. "You're mine now. The Tree bleeds. The gates are open. Now finish it."
Sam doubled over, vomit splattering the floor as his insides burned with infernal heat. "I didn't mean to—" his voice cracked, tears evaporating before they could fall from his eyes.
"You lit the fire, boy." Mephisto's voice hardened, all pretense of gentleness vanishing. "Let it burn."
Sam screamed, the sound quickly transforming from human agony to something else—something ancient and terrible. His skin split along his forearms, revealing molten veins beneath. The room's temperature skyrocketed, paint bubbling on the walls, wood furniture spontaneously igniting.
The dagger flew from beneath his pillow, hovering before him at eye level, rotating slowly. Its crimson glow intensified until it was painful to look upon directly.
Sam reached for it with trembling fingers.
The scream came from the skies above—the kind of sound that stops hearts and stirs primal fear at genetic levels. Not a scream of pain or rage, but something worse: triumph. The pterosaurs dove in perfect formation, raining hellfire onto the sanctuary's remaining structures. Gardens that had survived the first onslaught now ignited in sheets of unnatural flame. Crystal roofs collapsed, sending deadly shards raining down on those sheltering beneath.
One dryad, her arms filled with frightened mutant children, shrieked as a flaming beak tore through her shoulder from behind. The children tumbled from her grasp as she was lifted skyward, her wooden body splintering as the pterosaur's jaws closed around her midsection. Golden sap rained down on the children like tears before the creature carried its prey higher, tearing it apart mid-air.
Children ran in panic, herded by the remaining dryads and mutant guardians toward the inner sanctum. Some were too shocked to cry, moving with the vacant expressions of deep trauma. Others screamed for parents already lost in the battle, their voices adding to the cacophony of destruction.
In the courtyard, where the medical stations had been hastily established, defenders formed a protective ring around the wounded. Fire-wielders launched counter-attacks at diving pterosaurs, while psychics attempted to disrupt the creatures' coordination. But the attacks came too quickly, too relentlessly, overwhelming their defenses with sheer numbers.
A massive spinosaurus crashed through the western wall, its sail-back pulsing with hellfire as it swung its elongated jaws through a group of defenders. Bodies flew like rag dolls, blood painting abstract patterns across shattered crystal. The creature roared, the sound so powerful it knocked those still standing off their feet.
Alex appeared in a flash of black energy, teleporting directly onto the spinosaurus's back. His form shifted mid-arrival, arms crystallizing into diamond-hard blades that he drove deep into the creature's spine. The beast bellowed, twisting in pain as Alex severed connections between its vertebrae with surgical precision.
He leapt free as the spinosaurus collapsed, its massive body crushing several smaller hell-beasts in its death throes. Without pausing, Alex redirected his attack, cleaving through a descending raptor with a roar that made the heavens shiver.
But then he saw it.
Sam.
Standing in the middle of the sanctuary's central plaza.
Face blank. Body glowing red. Flames dancing unnaturally across his arms, spiraling like snakes toward his hands where they concentrated into pulsing orbs of destruction.
"Sam!" Alex shouted, his voice carrying over the chaos. "What are you doing?!"
Sam turned slowly, robotically. For a moment, he looked like the boy Alex had saved from the labs. Lost. Terrified. His eyes flashed between normal and hellish red, a war clearly raging within him.
"I can't stop it," Sam whispered, though somehow Alex heard him clearly despite the distance and chaos. "He's in my head."
And then the fire surged.
Alex lunged forward, but he was engaged with three hell-raptors that had flanked him during his momentary distraction. As he tore through them with diamond-shard projections, he saw a young mutant sprinting toward Sam—Kara, the wind-runner girl who had once taught Sam to laugh again after his rescue from the labs. Her silver hair streamed behind her as she ran, her hand outstretched toward her friend.
"Sam, it's me!" she called, her voice carrying on self-generated winds. "Fight it! Whatever it is, fight it!"
Sam twitched violently, his back arching at an impossible angle. His mouth opened in a silent scream as veins of fire crawled across his face.
A wave of fire exploded from him—not natural fire, but hellfire. It rolled outward in a perfect circle, consuming everything in its path with hungry, deliberate intelligence.
Kara never made it. The fire enveloped her mid-stride, her expression transforming from determination to shock. For one horrible moment, she continued running, a silhouette of flame that maintained her shape for three more steps before collapsing.
Her body hit the ground, charred and smoking, fingers still outstretched toward the friend she'd tried to save.
Silence fell across the battlefield. Even the hell-beasts paused, as if recognizing a pivotal moment in the conflict.
And then Alex snapped.
The roar that followed was not human. Not mutant.
It came from Alex's soul—a place beyond physical form, beyond the Omnitrix's catalog of transformations, beyond rational thought. Primal rage, protective fury, and raw power coalesced into a sound that shattered remaining windows and sent cracks racing through stone columns.
Black lightning tore across the sky as the Omnitrix symbol on his chest flared with blinding emerald light. His body surged, morphing mid-air into something larger, more powerful. Bones reshaping with audible cracks, muscles twisting and expanding, midnight-black scales erupting across his skin, wings unfurling from his back—
He became Toothless. Not just the dragon—but the Alpha.
Glowing bioluminescent patterns pulsed across his obsidian scales, starting at the spine and racing outward in waves of electric blue. His wings expanded like storm clouds, stretching forty feet from tip to tip, blocking out what remained of daylight. A crown of spines erupted along his head, vibrating with accumulated power. His eyes blazed with intelligence and fury beyond human comprehension.
A primal growl rumbled through his chest, building into a challenge that shook the very foundations of the sanctuary. The World Tree itself seemed to respond, its fading light momentarily intensifying where its branches touched Alex's transformed body.
He burst skyward in a sonic boom that flattened smaller creatures below, colliding with three hellborn pterosaurs in a spiral of blue plasma and shadow. His jaws snapped shut around one's neck, severing it instantly before his tail whipped around to impale another through its burning eye socket. The third tried to flee, only to be engulfed in a concentrated plasma blast that reduced it to drifting ash.
He owned the skies.
The pterosaurs, recognizing a superior aerial predator, shrieked in confused rage. They circled and dove, attacking in waves of three and four at a time. Barrels of flame and beams of infernal light struck Alex's scales and fizzled like water on hot stone. He twisted through their formations with impossible agility for his size, plasma building in his throat before exploding outward in brilliant sapphire streaks.
Each blast found its mark with unerring precision, blowing holes through enemy ranks. Burning skeletons rained from the sky, crashing into the ground below where they shattered into fragments. Those who survived his initial onslaught scattered in disarray, their coordination disrupted by the Alpha's presence.
On the ground, dryads and mutants cheered as their guardian took to the air like a wrathful god. Some found renewed courage, returning to the battle with desperate energy. Others used the distraction to move wounded compatriots to safer ground.
A spinosaurus, larger than the others, reared up on its hind legs, stretching its massive jaws skyward in challenge. Alex answered, tucking his wings and diving with such speed he became a black-blue streak against the burning sky. The impact when they met shook the earth—Alpha striking the spinosaurus's chest with concentrated force, driving it backward through two crystal towers and a stone wall before pinning it beneath razor-sharp claws.
The creature thrashed, its tail lashing wildly as it attempted to dislodge its attacker. Alex's jaws opened wide, revealing teeth that gleamed like obsidian daggers. Blue fire built at the back of his throat, illuminating the fear in the spinosaurus's molten eyes—
One heartbeat. Two.
Then Alex released the plasma blast directly into the creature's face at point-blank range. The explosion vaporized its head and upper torso instantly, the shockwave knocking nearby combatants off their feet. The Alpha rose from the smoking crater, wings extending to their full span as he surveyed the battlefield for his next target.
His gaze found Sam.
On the ground, Sam collapsed to his knees, hands shaking uncontrollably as he stared at Kara's charred remains. Flames still danced across his body, but they had receded somewhat, concentrating around his chest where his heart would be.
"I didn't mean to," he whispered, rocking back and forth. "I didn't mean to..."
The dagger hovered before him, rotating faster now, its crimson glow intensifying with each revolution. Sam's eyes reflected its light, flashing between human brown and demonic red.
Alex landed with a thunderous crack that split the stone beneath his claws. His massive draconic form shimmered and contracted, shifting back to his human form in a swirl of plasma smoke. His hair burned with residual energy, his fists clenched at his sides. Burns and lacerations covered his exposed skin, yet he moved as if unaware of pain.
"You killed her," Alex said, voice hoarse with emotion. "I watched you."
"It was the fire. It wasn't me. It wasn't me—" Sam's eyes glowed fully red now, tears of blood streaking his cheeks. "He's inside me, Alex. He's EATING me from inside!"
"Who, Sam? WHO?"
But before Sam could answer, the ground split beneath him—not a natural earthquake, but a deliberate tearing, as if reality itself was being flayed open. The crack radiated outward from where he knelt, widening into a chasm that glowed with hellish light.
A vortex of red light and fire erupted from the opening, surrounding Sam in a column of infernal energy that stretched skyward. He screamed—a sound of pure agony as his body lifted into the air, suspended at the center of the maelstrom. Hellfire consumed him, writhing and crackling around his form like living tendrils. His skin cracked along preset lines, revealing molten veins beneath the surface.
"ALEX! HELP ME!" he screamed, one hand stretching outward through the flames.
Alex lunged forward—transforming mid-stride back into the Alpha form, wings propelling him with explosive force. His claws extended toward Sam's outstretched hand—inches away—fingertips almost touching—
Then Sam's voice warped, deepening into something ancient and terrible. His head twisted at an unnatural angle, neck cracking audibly as he locked eyes with Alex.
"Too late, guardian," said a voice that was not Sam's. "He opened the door. He's the key."
Mephisto's laughter echoed through the void, a sound of pure malevolence that froze the blood of all who heard it.
"Yes. Yes. He is mine now."
Alex roared in defiance, plasma building in his throat—
But it was too late.
Sam's eyes turned entirely red, no whites or pupils remaining—and then he vanished, pulled screaming into the flames. The vortex collapsed in on itself with a sound like reality tearing, leaving nothing but a perfect circle of scorched earth where Sam had been kneeling.
The sudden silence was deafening.
Alex stood motionless in the aftermath, his Alpha form receding as shock overtook rage. Around him, the battle continued—hell-beasts still attacked, defenders still fought and died—but for him, time seemed suspended.
Ash fell like snow across the sanctuary, coating everything in a gray shroud of death. Where it touched Kara's remains, it seemed to linger, forming patterns that momentarily resembled a face in anguish before being scattered by the wind.
Elara approached cautiously, her wooden form cracked and leaking golden sap from a dozen wounds.
"Alex," she said softly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "The breach is widening. We need you."
He turned to her, eyes hollow with realization and grief.
"I failed him," he whispered. "I should have seen it. I should have known."
In the distance, a new roar shook the mountains—something larger than the spinosaurus, something ancient beyond measure. The ground trembled beneath their feet as massive footfalls approached.
End of Chapter
Comments
Jhonaptan Retto
No lo se, siento que se alarga demasiado entiendo que no lo quieras hacer demasiado op, pero otra transformación sería más fuerte como para encerrar todo eso
