Chương 137: A WILD GOAT HAS APPEARED

In every ecosystem, there was a hierarchy. A silent order that governed life and death alike. The weak fed the strong. The strong culled the weak. And above them all stood those that were neither hunted nor challenged—creatures that existed not as participants in the cycle, but as anchors of it. In the Iron Forest, these creatures were Apex beasts—creatures so deeply saturated with Flow that they ceased to resemble their lesser kin. Yet no ecosystem was ruled by a single apex predator. Balance demanded plurality.

Just as no domain could be shaped by one will alone. Power, when left unchecked, devoured itself, no forest could sustain a single predator without collapse. The Iron Forest was no different. It was a Node—dense, volatile, saturated with Flow to the point where reality itself felt strained beneath its weight. Life within it did not simply survive. It adapted. It evolved. It became something more. And at the top of its food chain stood three Apex beasts, each claiming a portion of the forest as their territory.

To the west, among groves of iron-barked trees that twisted like frozen lightning, roamed the Diredeer. They were creatures of paradox—grace and menace fused into one form. Their bodies resembled a fusion of wolf and stag, sleek musculature beneath metallic fur, limbs built for both speed and brutality. From their skulls branched crystalline antlers, jagged and luminous, refracting the ambient Flow into prismatic distortions. Most of them were Awakened. A pack.

But at their head stood two Apex specimens, male and female—larger, sharper, their presence warping the space around them in subtle, disorienting ways. They hunted not just with fang and claw, but with illusions fromed from gravity. Elias remembered them. Months ago, during the winter, a rogue Saint had torn through the forest. It was Elias who had led the herd to distract that Saint, buying time for him and Jamie to escape. It was also the day they had discovered SK's shack in the forest...

But they were not his target today. To the west, where the trees gave way to rolling hills and sharp ravines, the third Apex had claimed its territory. The Monocerus Ibex. It resembled a goat in its basic shape, but that was where the comparison ended. Its shoulders were thick with muscle, bunching like coiled springs beneath a coat of light brown fur. Its legs were stout, powerful, designed for climbing and charging in equal measure. Its hooves cracked stone with casual steps.

Its head bore a single horn—long, smooth, and pointed like a lance, reminiscent of a rhinoceros rather than any goat. The Ibex had no pack. It needed none. It was solitary, territorial, and utterly without mercy. Its ability was density manipulation. It could make itself lighter than air to scale vertical cliffs, or heavier than stone to crush anything beneath its hooves. In the hilly terrain it called home, it was untouchable. Its eyes were calm. Too calm.

It was a creature utterly assured of its place in the world. There had been clashes between the Diredeer and the Ibex over the years. When the metallic grass in the hills grew rich, the Ibex would graze in abundance, occasionally pushing into the east. And when prey grew scarce, the Diredeer would descend upon the hills in the west. It was a seasonal phenomenon, dependent on the strange cycles of the Node. Elias and Jamie decided to hunt the Ibex. Well Jamie wanted to.

Elias was content with the normal Awakened beasts. They said they needed a trophy to prove that he had faced the Node's worst and survived. Jamie said she also wanted to see how strong they had become. Elias stood at the base of the eastern hills, staring upward. The slope rose sharply before him, layered with jagged protrusions and narrow ledges that wound upward like broken steps. Mist clung to the ground, swirling lazily around his ankles, the crimson haze of Flow thick in the air. He exhaled slowly.

The creature at the top of that hill was not something he should be facing. In a normal scenario, two Acolyte children stood no chance against such a creature. Even Saints, whose stage of power was theoretically comparable, would struggle. Beasts were naturally stronger than humans because strength was not equal across species. A Saint and an Apex Beast might share the same rung on the ladder, but their bodies were built for power. Their instincts honed for survival.

Their connection to Flow was more direct, less constrained by the limitations that bound human physiology. Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. The two friends had no business facing an Apex. But the world was unfair. Elias had learned that lesson long ago. He pressed the final talisman against the bark of a tree, his fingers lingering for a brief moment as the array settled into place.

The symbol glowed faintly before fading into the wood, hidden, dormant, waiting. He stepped back. Looked up again. The hill loomed above him, silent, oppressive. He sighed then raised his hands and slapped his cheeks lightly.

"Alright, we move." Wind stirred. It gathered around him in a subtle spiral, invisible but present, wrapping around his limbs, his torso, his feet. He bent his knees— And launched upward. His time in the Node had taught him something important about his Trait. Normally, he could influence the parameters of things—bending resistance, temperature, pressure—individually and deliberately to his advantage. The problem was that doing this to multiple things, consecutively or concurrently, was mentally exhausting.

Each change required focus, calculation, control. It was like being strong enough to move the boulder, but getting drained by the effort. The variables mattered. The duration mattered. So he had changed his approach. He had realized, during one of his hunts, that he didn't need to influence every parameter individually. He could choose one—the one he understood best—and use it to influence the others. Thus wind had become the tool he chose to move the boulder. It flowed like Flow. It moved like energy.

It responded to pressure, to heat, to the subtle shifts in the air that he had learned to read during his weeks in the Node. By manipulating the wind, he could manipulate resistance. By manipulating resistance, he could manipulate heat. By manipulating heat, he could manipulate— Well. He was still learning. But he was learning fast. He shot upward. The first leap had already carried him to a jutting rock several meters above.

His foot barely touched the surface before he pushed again, redirecting momentum, his body cutting through the air with unnatural precision. He landed on another ledge, then another, his ascent fluid, controlled. The hill blurred past him—rock, tree, shadow, light. He landed on a protruding boulder, pushed off, landed again. The wind spiraled around him, steady, patient, his. Within moments, he reached the summit. The air was thinner here. Sharper. The mist less dense, pulled away by the elevation.

At the center of the plateau lay a single patch of normal grass—the only patch for miles, a small circle of green that seemed almost out of place in the metallic forest. upon it— The Ibex. It lay on its side, Its side rose and fell with slow, peaceful breaths, massive body relaxed. Its jaw moved in slow, rhythmic motions as it processed whatever it had been grazing on. Its single horn gleamed faintly under the moon light. It saw Elias land and blinked once. Then continued chewing. Elias straightened, watching it.

It did not react. Did not acknowledge him. He raised a hand. Wind gathered infront of his extended middle and index fingers. He compressed and fired. The air bullet struck the Ibex squarely in the shoulder with a sharp crack—enough force to shatter bone in lesser creatures. The Ibex did not move. Not even a flinch. It continued chewing. Elias tilted his head slightly. Then adjusted. He drew in air—oxygen—compressing it, increasing its volatility. A spark of Flow ignited it mid-flight.

Flame washed over the creature in a sphere, heat distorting the air around it. The Ibex exhaled a slow, steady breath. The flames parted around its body, unable to cling or take hold. Elias reversed the process. He drew the heat out, freezing the air around the beast, crystallizing moisture into a cage of ice. The Ibex's breath misted. Its fur stiffened. The Ibex stood cracking the ice, shattering the cage, and returned to chewing, lying back down as if nothing had happened. Elias stared. Then sighed.

"It's not even taking me seriously." A faint smile tugged at his lips.

"Alright." He reached into the beaded bracelet around his wrist, the spatial artifact he had crafted from the caterpillar's horn. Space folded. His hand passed through the boundary, retrieving an object—a shell. It was not large, no bigger than his fist, its surface ridged and polished. They had found it in the river that cut through the Node, attached to a creature that used it to mimic the cries of larger beasts to scare away predators. When blown, it produced sound. The right sound.

Elias raised the shell to his lips and blew. The sound that emerged was not human. It was a howl. Low. Echoing. Carrying through the hills with unnatural clarity. The cry of the Diredeer. The Ibex stopped chewing. Slowly—it turned its head, it's eyes were now fixed on Elias with something that was no longer indifference. Elias reached into his bracelet again. He pulled out a tuft of fur—dark, coarse, tangled—and that was tied to a small rock-like artifact like a rope. He had almost lost an arm to get that fur.

The Diredeer had not been pleased. But he had gotten it. The artifact hummed faintly as he activated it. The scent spread. Subtle at first. Then overwhelming. The summit filled with it—the unmistakable presence of a rival predator. The Ibex's chewing slowed. Then stopped. The Ibex's nostrils flared and its lips peeled back from yellowed teeth. The whites of its eyes became visible as it scanned the area, its body tensing, muscles coiling beneath its fur. It began to rise. Elias did not wait.

He spread his sense across the wind at the top of the hill sing it to influence the parameters he wanted, compressed them, And then— Detonated. The top of the hill exploded outward. Stone shattered. Earth ruptured. The plateau collapsed beneath them, the ground giving way in a violent cascade. Elias dropped with it. Falling. The wind wrapped around him, reducing resistance, guiding his descent.

He adjusted the parameter instinctively, letting himself fall faster than he should—faster than he had during his fight with Ortis. The ground rushed up. He landed. Light. Controlled. The Ibex crashed some distance away, its body carving a trench in the rocky ground. It rose immediately and roared—a sound that shook the trees, that sent birds scattering from the branches, that made the very air tremble. It saw Elias standing a few yards away and lowered its head, its forehoof scratching the ground. Once. Twice.

Then it charged. Elias waited till it was almost upon him before pushing himslef over it with air, narrowly avoiding the charge. While in the air, he raised his hand and charged an air bullet—wind compressed to a pinpoint, dense as stone, sharp as a blade. He infused it with Flow, felt the energy settle into the pressure, felt the bullet hum with potential. He fired as he crashed to the ground. The bullet shot upward, not at the Ibex, but into the sky.

It exploded like a flare, casting pink light across the hillside, painting the iron-barked trees in unnatural shades of rose and crimson. A signal. Elias did not wait. He got to his feet and ran. Behind him, the ground shook with the rhythm of hooves. The Ibex was faster than him—he knew that. But he did not need to be faster. He only needed to lead it where he wanted it to go. The hunt had begun.