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The queen let out a cry of anguish that echoed through the cave, though even she couldn't comprehend what was happening. An intense burning consumed her, an agony beyond explanation. In desperation, she began slamming herself against the cave walls, seeking relief from the torment.
Finally opening her eyes, she saw something that ignited her fury: there on the ground lay the lower half of her body, where her stinger once resided. It was covered in a luminous green liquid, and from the rubble emerged a small figure coated in the same viscous fluid.
"You wretched brat!" the queen roared, her voice laced with hatred and disgust. "I thought you were dead! How dare you destroy my precious Curchacos nursery?"
Paltio grimaced in revulsion as he attempted to wipe the green substance from his face and body. "Disgusting! This must be her blood... And now I'm covered in this stuff everywhere," he spat, trying to rid his mouth of the bitter taste.
Golden observed the scene through his mental connection with Paltio. "I see she can't regenerate her stinger," he noted thoughtfully. "Excellent. It's time to finish her."
The queen, now more enraged than pained, changed color: her carapace shifted from dark brown to a sickly pale hue. Her eyes burned like demonic embers, filled with vengeful hunger as she fixed her gaze on the boy drenched in her own blood. "I'll make a feast of you, child," she hissed venomously. "I'll eat you piece by piece while you're still conscious, unlike the others who simply sleep before being devoured. But you... You've destroyed my expansion dreams. It will take me years to grow another stinger. You will die."
From her mouth emerged two enormous, razor-sharp fangs, while her whip-antenna transformed into an extendable spiked whip. Its tip divided into three writhing tentacles that shot toward Paltio with lethal speed.
"I think you've messed up this time, boy," Golden warned, concern evident in his voice. "But it was you who told me to smash her Curchacos farm!" Paltio retorted, desperately running to evade the attacks from the three whips. "Yes, but I thought that would be enough to finish her. Apparently, we underestimated her resilience," Golden admitted. "I think we'll have to go deeper above." "You think? Well, it's going to be much harder now with those tentacles chasing me," Paltio panted, dodging the whips that crashed against the walls, leaving deep scars. The three whips, each lined with razor-sharp spines, continued moving like dancing snakes, relentlessly pursuing the prince.
"Those whips are our solution and advantage," Golden quickly pointed out. "Head toward those holes in the walls. I believe they're interconnected. Lure the whips there; I'll give them special instructions." The young man accepted the suggestion, though he still doubted his athletic abilities.
"I'm not good at sports," he muttered between gasps as he ran. "That's why I never joined the track team at school. But with my life on the line, I guess I have no choice."
Sweat poured down his forehead, mixing with the viscous green substance coating him. Despite everything, a fierce determination began burning within him. He wasn't going to give up.
The boy ran as if there were no tomorrow, with the three whips zigzagging furiously behind him. The tentacles seemed to possess their own life, pursuing him with terrifying speed that forced him into constant evasive maneuvers.
"Run, run, Paltio, run!" Golden urged through their mental link, trying to bolster his strength. "Yeah, sure, like this is easy!" the boy shot back between his pants, his legs burning from the effort.
Finally reaching one of the wall holes, he dove in without a second thought. The whips followed instantly, slithering like hungry snakes after their prey. Inside the dark tunnel, Paltio activated the lights on his boots for better visibility.
"Now, which way do they follow me?" he wondered, observing the multiple branching paths ahead.
Golden quickly assessed the situation. "Look, there are several interconnected holes. This is your chance. Now that she's enraged, the queen isn't thinking clearly. If we can trap her, you can deliver the final blow."
But each whip took a different path, moving with almost autonomous intelligence. Paltio had to use all his cunning to deceive them, leading them through various tunnels, darting in and out quickly to avoid being caught.
"There's not much time left!" Paltio warned, feeling the power of the gloves beginning to fade. "Your glove power will be gone in five minutes."
Following Golden's precise instructions, Paltio desperately ran through the tunnels, guided by the hologram's directions. Finally, at a crucial moment, the three whips suddenly converged, tangling themselves into an immobile knot.
When Paltio emerged from one of the holes again, he saw the queen stuck against the wall, still struggling to free herself.
"Where are you, you damn avocado brat? Where are you hiding? I'm coming for you!" she screamed, furious. "What's happening? Why can't I move my whips?"
"Quick, Paltio! It's time!" Golden urged with urgency. "Time for what?" the boy asked, confused.
Without waiting for an answer, Golden used his telekinesis to push Paltio toward the queen's head. The boy grabbed hold of the beast's hair, quickly climbing down to her neck.
"Where are you, brat? You're up there! Show yourself!" the queen shouted, trying unsuccessfully to untangle her whips.
"Now, boy! Do what you did to her rear section. There's not much time: only sixty seconds before the glove power runs out," Golden instructed, his voice tense.
"Understood!" Paltio responded, raising one of his glowing hands. With a quick, precise motion, like cutting butter with a knife, he delivered the final blow to the monster queen's head. A green flash illuminated the cave as the creature collapsed lifeless, destroyed in an instant.
"Three... two... one... The glove power's gone," Golden announced just as Paltio's hands returned to normal, the green bindings completely vanished. But the young man felt his hands beginning to go numb.
"I can't feel my hands... And I'm covered in this disgusting green liquid," Paltio said, looking at himself with revulsion.
"Well, I guess even five percent of my power is too much for you to handle for long," Golden commented with a mix of sarcasm and satisfaction. "But thankfully, we made it. I must admit, my guidance was key."
"Oh really? Well, give me some credit too," Paltio retorted, attempting to cross his arms despite the numbness.
"Alright, alright... You deserve credit," Golden conceded with a chuckle. "But I think we should wait a bit for the cramps to pass."
Meanwhile, Toco-Toco fiercely battled the Curchacos. Drawing his weapons with feline agility, he dodged some while attacking others. "There are so many, meow!" exclaimed the cat, though he showed no signs of giving up.
But to his surprise, shortly after, the Curchacos began staggering without apparent reason. Some collapsed on the ground, motionless, as if something vital within them had stopped working.
"Hmm... Seems that brat managed to take down the queen, meow," Toco-Toco murmured, watching the inert bodies of the Curchacos pile up. "I'd better release the others, meow."
Once recovered from the numbness, Paltio approached the entrance blocked by rubble. Looking toward Golden, he asked: "So, how are we getting out of here? It's completely sealed."
"Through where we came in," Golden responded simply.
"Yeah, but we can't. The queen collapsed and blocked all the exits," Paltio explained, pointing to the wall of rocks.
"I see," Golden said thoughtfully.
At that moment, the massive rubble wall began crumbling from the other side. Four human figures and one feline emerged through the dust. "Master Paltio, you're safe!" Mok shouted, recognizing the prince through the haze.
"Mok? Is that you?" Paltio asked, surprised.
"Yes, Master," the butler responded with a bow.
"It's us too," Alita added, smiling alongside Ron. Pax remained standing apart, as indifferent as ever.
"Meow, I see you're all right," Toco-Toco commented, approaching the group.
"Cat, because of you I almost died—again!" Paltio complained, shooting an annoyed glance as he walked closer.
"But you didn't die, meow," Toco-Toco replied nonchalantly.
"Toco-Toco freed us from those sticky prisons, and then we came to rescue you, Master," Mok interjected, adjusting his jacket. "But Master, what have you gotten yourself into? You smell awful."
"It's the blood of the Curchacos queen," Paltio explained, gesturing to his clothes drenched in viscous green liquid.
"Ah, of course... That amber liquid covering your entire body explains why you're also covered in that sticky stuff all over your suit. Getting out of those liquid prisons wasn't exactly a walk in the park, was it?" Paltio observed with a mix of sarcasm and understanding.
Alita wrinkled her nose in visible disgust as she tried to wipe the sticky residue from her arm. "Don't remind me," she said, her tone wavering between revulsion and resignation. "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever had to endure."
Ron let out a dry laugh as he watched her struggle with the substance clinging to her clothes. "Well, at least you smell like melted candy," he joked, earning himself a death glare from Alita. "Don't start, Ron," she warned, pointing a finger still coated in amber liquid at him. "Unless you want to help me get this off." Pax, ever unflappable, simply crossed his arms while inspecting his own armor, stained but intact. "I need to change these clothes immediately," the girl added, crossing her arms.
"I hope we don't run into another disgusting monster created by your master Pax," Ron remarked, and Alita nodded vigorously in agreement.
After partially cleaning themselves of the Curchacos' slime, Paltio and company began freeing the trapped people. Once outside, the rescued started getting up and thanking the group profusely for saving them.
"In gratitude, we've brought some clean clothes for you," one of the merchants said, handing out fresh garments to Alita and Ron. "We know Master Paltio has more clothes in his bag, plus what Mok gave him to store." "I'd offer you my clothes, guys, but I don't think they'd fit, especially Ron, who's taller than me," Paltio joked, provoking laughter from the group.
"Thank goodness they brought us some spare clothes," Alita commented, examining the clean garments. "Aren't you going to change anything, Pax?" Paltio asked, looking at the warrior. "No. I'll just have to clean the armor," Pax responded with his usual seriousness.
One of the merchants then interjected: "You can change and bathe in some hot springs not far from here." "Excellent," Mok said, requesting detailed directions. Then, turning to the rescued, he asked, "And where are you headed?" "Well, lad, we're going to Fuertelia," one of the merchants responded. "We're nomads who trade and barter in every town." "But you should be careful with the shadow army," Paltio warned, frowning. "The shadows!" the man exclaimed, laughing carefreely. "We're not afraid of them. We don't belong to any of the five realms or Avocadalia. We're nomadic people, and as you've noticed, we come from various parts of the realms. We travel place to place offering products. The shadows found this arrangement favorable and gave us free passage to transport goods through these realms and other places."
The man, a Pinkerton named Jorl, wore a white tunic adorned with feather earrings. His central seed was small compared to Paltio's. With pride, he showed the group a signed document guaranteeing them unrestricted access to any territory. "It's signed by Urugas himself," Ron observed, examining the document with curiosity. "Urugas!" everyone exclaimed in unison.