A wet, sickening crunch echoed through the cavernous lab, a sound of tusk meeting flesh and bone. Jonah felt the impact through his link to Maul, a jolt of violent, triumphant finality that shuddered through his own body. The alpha chimera, the monster born of nightmares and twisted science, let out one last, gurgling shriek.

It was a sound of disbelief.

The beast staggered, its many limbs flailing uselessly. The light in its countless eyes faded and died, one after another, like a city losing power. It swayed for a long, silent moment before crashing to the concrete floor with a ground-shaking boom that sent dust and debris erupting around it.

Silence.

Heavy, absolute silence.

Jonah’s ears rang. His legs trembled so badly he thought they’d give out.

He saw Seraph and Vanessa cautiously lower their weapons, their faces a mixture of shock, relief, and utter disbelief. Draven, propped up against a wall by another Elite, simply stared, his jaw hanging open. They hadn’t just defeated the undefeatable. They had watched Jonah do it.

A wave of pain and pride washed over Jonah from his link with Maul. The Rage-Hide Brute stood over the chimera’s corpse, its massive chest heaving. Its stone-hide plating was cracked and splintered, and dark, viscous blood dripped from a dozen wounds. It had won, but the cost was plain to see. It was a wreck.

With a deep breath that felt like sandpaper in his lungs, Jonah focused. *Come back, Maul. Rest now.*

Maul’s form shimmered, its massive, furious body dissolving into motes of red and brown light that flowed back into Jonah. He felt the creature settle into his Beast Space, its rage quieted, its wounds already beginning the slow, steady process of mending.

But the sudden emptiness in the physical world, combined with the feedback of Maul’s exhaustion, was too much. Jonah’s knees finally buckled.

“Jonah!” Vanessa cried out, taking a step toward him.

He held up a hand, steadying himself against a shattered piece of lab equipment. “I’m… okay,” he lied, his voice raspy. Every muscle screamed. His mana felt scraped dry, leaving a raw, hollow ache deep in his core. He had never felt so completely and utterly spent.

He pushed himself to his feet and stumbled toward the chimera’s massive corpse. Even in death, it was terrifying. As he drew closer, he felt it.

A pull.

It was like the hum of a power line, but a thousand times stronger. It was the siren song of an essence, more potent and complex than anything he had ever encountered. The Raging Boar’s essence had been a bonfire. This was a stellar flare, a chaotic storm of raw, untamed potential.

His own power, the Beast Weaver ability that lived within him, reacted instinctively. It tingled along his skin, hungry. It recognized this essence for what it was: a blueprint. Not of one creature, but of dozens. A vault of genetic secrets, raw power and potential, fused into one twisted being.

This was a shortcut. A way to understand complex, multi-essence synthesis on a level that would otherwise take him years, maybe decades, to reach. The knowledge locked inside this thing could change everything.

He reached out a trembling hand, his fingers hovering just above the chimera’s strangely warm hide.

Then, a warning screamed through his mind. It wasn’t a thought, but a pure, instinctual alert from the core of his ability. The mental text was sharp, cold, and utterly clear.

[Alpha Chimeric Essence Detected. Unstable. Corrupted.]

Jonah flinched, pulling his hand back as if burned.

[Do not absorb.]

The warning was absolute. His power had never done this before. It had warned him of costs, of mental fatigue, but never a flat-out prohibition.

[Risk of permanent damage to Beast Space.]

Permanent damage. The words sent a chill down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold lab. His Beast Space was everything. It was his workshop, his sanctuary, his power. Damaging it was unthinkable. It would be like a master painter destroying his own eyes and hands.

He should listen. He should turn around, walk away, and let the military handle the corpse. It was the sane, logical thing to do.

But the pull was still there. An irresistible gravity.

He thought of the mines in Cinderfall. Of the soot on his window, the taste of hunger, the constant, gnawing fear. He thought of the Ant soldiers in the dark, the feeling of utter helplessness.

His power was his escape. It was his shield. But to truly be safe, to protect the people who now depended on him, he needed more. To face a world filled with things like this chimera, he had to be stronger. He couldn’t just be a boy who got lucky. He had to become a master.

And right here, in this dead monster, was the key. A dangerous, broken key, but a key nonetheless.

Was he willing to risk everything for a chance to leap forward? To grasp at a power that might shatter him?

He saw Vanessa rushing toward him, her expression a mask of worry. He saw Seraph shouting his name, her usual stoicism gone, replaced by genuine alarm.

He knew the risk. But the reward… the reward was too great.

He took a deep, shuddering breath and placed his palm flat on the chimera’s corpse.

“I have to,” he whispered, the words lost in the vast, silent chamber.

He let his power do what it craved. He let it absorb.

It was not like before. It wasn’t a flow of information. It was an explosion.

*Pain. Rage. Hunger. Fear. Instinct. Serpent. Wolf. Insect. Bear. Dozens of creatures, dozens of lives, dozens of dying moments all slammed into his mind at once.*

It felt like a bomb had gone off inside his skull. His Beast Space, his quiet mental workshop, was instantly engulfed in a psychic firestorm of black and red energy. The chaotic, contradictory data tore at the very fabric of his consciousness.

His internal system, the one that gave him calm, clean prompts, screamed a single, panicked message of pure system failure before being drowned out.

[CATASTROPHIC ERROR—]

Jonah’s vision dissolved into a kaleidoscope of screaming colors. He felt a psychic backlash so immense it felt like his soul was being ripped apart.

The last thing he saw before the world went black was Vanessa’s terrified face, her mouth open in a scream he could no longer hear.

Then, nothing.

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