Threadlight: The Complete Trilogy by Argyle Zack

Author:Argyle, Zack
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

But Willow was wrong.

Standing before him, with flesh born of pure threadlight, was a creature of myth. The light-shrouded silhouette of overgrown fangs jutted out from its maw. It prowled forward and snarled.

Chrys, who had already accepted his end, snarled back.

It dashed toward him in a blur. Chrys set his feet and sprinted forward in response. The beast leapt and Chrys dropped a shoulder, covering it with the flat end of the cleaver. They collided in an explosion of power. Chrys was knocked to his back, the beast atop him, and it clamped down on his shoulder with its overgrown fangs. He screamed, hacking into the creature’s torso with the cleaver until it rolled away from him.

But, as he scrambled again to his feet, Chrys watched a swirling mist of light coagulate over the wounds in the creature's side. In moments, the corespawn was healed completely.

His mother had forgotten to mention that part...

Chrys cringed as he watched the creature's wounds heal. His own had not. Chrys' shoulder was torn apart, fingers left behind like fallen soldiers, and his lungs were near ready to collapse. Threadlight crawled beneath his skin, but it was a salve not meant for serious injury.

As the creature dashed toward him once again, Chrys raised the cleaver high overhead and extended his right arm. He had one more idea, and it took the bait, clamping down its massive fangs on his forearm. Pain shot up through his tendons, up through his shoulders, and blossomed in painful agony. With his other hand, he brought the cleaver down with every ounce of his strength, fueled by rage and the promise of redemption, and cut halfway through the corespawn’s neck. He yanked it out and brought it back down again. And again. And again. Until, finally, the cleaver passed through the brilliant, sinewy flesh of the corespawn.

Its jaws released his shredded arm as the severed head fell to the murky floor with a splash. Alone, it looked like a massive photospore, glowing haphazardly in the mud. Chrys kicked the headless body away from himself and fell to his knees, clutching at his shoulder and hand. Despite the pain echoing throughout every inch of his bloody body, he grinned.

One more freed, he thought to himself. He'd done it.

Then, as though time itself were playing back, the creature’s head turned to ooze and slid across the water like oil until it reattached itself to the fallen body. The ooze reformed itself, slowly, into the same fanged maw of the creature he’d thought dead. Its newly formed head shivered back and forth, then settled, returning its radiant gaze to Chrys.

Stones.

He was going to die.

At least he’d saved three of them. Sorry, Roshaw.

His eyes locked with the corespawn. It stood still, watching his movement, waiting for some unspoken command to finish him off. Pain crept into his vision. He shook his head, clearing his sight.

He should stand. He should fight. He was the Apogee! But his mind was growing hazy. The adrenaline was fading, and pain was slithering through his veins.

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