Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 59

**The Third Signature by Mark Twain**

**Chapter 59: Mutated Whip-Spider Mother**

Agares, his demeanor as frigid as the icy winds of a winter storm, turned away from the gathering, methodically peeling off his gloves. His face, sharp and devoid of emotion, resembled a statue carved from ice, reflecting none of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

Carlos, his heart racing, dashed forward, desperation etched across his features. “Mr. Vaelor, you can’t go out there! Auren specifically said—”

But Agares did not falter. Each step he took resonated with authority, his boots striking the metal floor with a sound as sharp as a blade. “I’ll be back in half an hour,” he declared, his voice unwavering.

“Mr. Vaelor!” Panic washed over Carlos, draining the color from his cheeks. “No. Your body—”

Ignoring the warning, Agares reached the hatch of the warship, summoned his mecha with a swift command, and leapt inside with a grace that belied the urgency of the moment.

“Mr. Vaelor—!” Carlos’s shout echoed in the air, but it was swallowed by the roar of the black mecha as it shot into the sky like a meteor streaking across the heavens, leaving no trace in its wake.

Once airborne, Agares’s mecha connected with every unit engaged in battle on the ground, his command slicing through the chaos with precision. “No retreat. Not one step back. Not a single whip-spider is permitted to cross this line.”

The soldiers responded in unison, their voices a thunderous chorus of determination. “Yes, sir!”

As the battle raged on, the soldiers, previously on the brink of despair, felt a surge of renewed vigor at their commander’s arrival. They piloted their mechas with reckless abandon, unleashing a relentless barrage of fire upon the mutated whip-spiders that swarmed around them.

Even when the monstrous beasts encircled them, gnawing at their armor plating, the soldiers stood their ground, refusing to retreat. They fought with every ounce of strength they possessed, driven by the indomitable spirit ignited by Agares’s presence.

“Report the mother spider’s location,” Agares commanded, his voice steady and authoritative. Around him lay a grim half-circle of corpses, the remnants of the whip-spider mutants, none daring to approach him.

The deputy of the Third Battalion, breathless and wide-eyed, responded, “Southwest, roughly six miles.”

Without hesitation, Agares pivoted his mecha and shot toward the southwest, determination fueling his every move. The density of whip-spiders blocking his path increased with alarming rapidity, yet he carved a bloody path through them, relentless in his pursuit.

As he neared his destination, a massive cave loomed ahead, its dark maw gaping open like a predator waiting to strike. There, within the shadows, he found the mother—an enormous spider, her upper body nestled inside the cave while her swollen abdomen protruded outward, laying eggs that spilled forth like a grotesque cascade.

Countless newborn mutants tumbled out, their tiny bodies crawling forward, their shells hardening into a formidable barricade around their progenitor.

With a fierce resolve, Agares drew his dual ion-blade lightsabers, the blades humming with energy as he slashed toward the mother-spider within the cave. The strike landed true, and the mother let out a shriek so piercing it reverberated through the very stones of the cave.

In an instant, every whip-spider in the vicinity abandoned their assault, instinctively retreating toward the cave as if drawn by an unseen force.

Agares pressed forward, slashing again, but this time a throng of smaller spiders surged over one another, creating a wall of writhing bodies that thwarted his lethal strike.

Seizing the opportunity, the mother-spider fully emerged from the cave, her wounded form lunging at his towering mecha with ferocity.

Agares’s black eyes narrowed, locking onto the charging beast. He surged forward, driving both ion blades directly into her heart, a decisive blow.

A guttural roar erupted from the creature, shaking the very ground beneath him.

Green blood erupted in a chaotic spray as the mother’s razor-sharp limbs thrashed violently.

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