The black vines had thickened, weaving together to form arches over the roads, dripping with a luminescent green sap that sizzled when it hit the pavement. It looked like the city was being digested.
We moved through the fog in the maintenance van, the headlights turned off. Elias was driving by instinct, or maybe by the sheer terror of what was behind us. Kael sat in the passenger seat, his rebar spear resting between his knees.
I sat in the back, watching the two of them.
Kael was a Level 4 'Scout'. Elias was a Level 3 'Mechanic'. On paper, they were both more capable than me. Kael’s Strength stat was likely double mine; he could probably lift a Stray over his head and snap its spine. Elias had a 'Fabrication' perk that allowed him to make weapons out of scrap metal that shouldn't work, but did.
By every metric of the System, I was the weakest person in the van.
[USER STATUS: LEVEL 1 (LEGACY)]
[STRENGTH: 8]
[AGILITY: 10]
[INTELLIGENCE: 24 (ASCENDED)]
My Intelligence was the only thing keeping me alive. It wasn't just "smartness"; it was the ability to process the System’s metadata. I saw the world in patterns of threat and opportunity. I didn't need a Strength of 20 to kill a Stray if I knew exactly which vertebrae were weakened by the 'Integration' process.
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"Jax," Kael whispered, not looking back. "The fog is getting thicker. My 'Danger Sense' is pinging like a Geiger counter."
"Stay on the sidewalk," I said. "The vines on the asphalt are sensitive to vibration. They’re like tripwires for the pack in the subway tunnels."
"How do you know that?" Elias asked, his hands on the steering wheel.
"The way the sap is pooling," I lied. "It follows the curve of the tires. If we hit a vine, the 'Integration' energy will grounded through the frame of the van. It’ll be like a flare going off in the dark."
Kael nodded, accepting the explanation. They had started to treat my words as gospel, which was the most dangerous thing that could happen. If I was wrong once, we were all dead.
We passed a group of 'Strays' huddled around a lamp post. They weren't hunting; they were *tending* to the vines. They moved with a slow, ritualistic grace, their elongated fingers stroking the black bark as if it were a pet. They didn't even look at the van.
"They're not attacking," Kael whispered, his hand hovering over his spear.
"They’re busy," I said. "The Alpha has ordered them to prepare the 'Harvest'. To them, we're just ants crawling toward the giant. They’ll deal with us when the King gives the word."
The hierarchy of the park was absolute. The Kinsman was the Lord, and these creatures were his serfs. They were building his kingdom, one vine at a time.
I felt a surge of resentment. My brother had always been a leader—a captain of the debate team, a manager who actually cared about his employees. The System hadn't just taken his body; it had twisted his best qualities into the tools of a tyrant.
"Stop here," I said as we reached the perimeter of the park.
The van lurched to a halt. The park didn't look like a park anymore. It was a cathedral of bone and violet light. The golden Beacon in the center was so bright it cast long, distorted shadows across the grey moss that now covered everything.
"We go on foot from here," I said, sliding the door open. "Elias, keep the engine idling. If we're not back in twenty minutes, drive back to the library. Don't stop for anything."
"Jax—"
"Don't argue, Elias. If I fail, you're the only one who can keep that gate closed."
I stepped out into the moss. It felt soft, like walking on wet wool. The air was vibrating with a low-frequency hum that made my teeth ache.
Kael stepped out beside me, his spear leveled. He was faster than me, stronger than me, and better equipped. But as he looked into the depths of the park, I saw his knees shake.
"Lead the way, Jax," he whispered.
I didn't lead because I was brave. I led because I was the only one who knew the name of the monster we were hunting.
