Fury Unleashed: The Awakening Alpha Nira novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330 Faceoff in the wastes

Chapter 330 FaceOff in the Wastes

Nira’s POV:

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Zachary’s face drained of color. “The Dark Desert! Listen up, everyone–stay sharp. We’re crossing the threshold now. All electronic gear is about to go dead.”

True to his word, Kade’s positioning unit let out a shrill, piercing alarm before the screen on the device began to warp and distort. the image dissolving into digital static.

He didn’t hesitate; he killed the power immediately. “We’re going old–school.”

He rummaged through his pack and produced a rugged, analogue compass. “Back to magnetic positioning.”

We had barely stepped foot inside the perimeter when the temperature plummeted. The drop was jarring, losing more than ten degrees in a heartbeat, as if we’d walked straight into a refrigerator.

Even Lyra, my wolf spirit, went silent. Just like the others, I felt the severance of our mental link–cut off by the strange, oppressive magnetic field that permeated this place. The black sand crunched under our boots with a sickening sound, like grinding bones or gnashing teeth.

“Keep the formation tight!” Kade barked, raising his voice to be heard over the rising wind. “Maintain a six–foot gap between you and the next man. Don’t bunch up, but don’t drift!”

Suddenly, a shout erupted from the periphery of the group.

The team whipped around to see one of the operatives flailing. He had already sunk waist–deep into the ground, and he was still dropping fast.

“Freeze! Don’t struggle!” I yelled, simultaneously tossing a coil of rope and flinging a handful of golden powder from my satchel.

The concoction hit the shifting ground and instantly reacted. The quicksand seized up, solidifying into something resembling rock for just a few seconds–buying us the precious window needed to haul him out.

Relief washed over the group as the man was dragged to safety, but the looks they exchanged were fraught with terror.

Clark and Desmond pulled him onto solid ground. He collapsed, panting, his face ashen. “There was… something under the sand. It was pulling me down…”

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Kade crouched to inspect the man’s ankle. Dark, purplish–black bruises were already blooming where the unseen grip had been. A collective shiver ran down the spines of everyone watching.

“We keep moving,” Kade said, his voice low and grim. “We need to find a defensible position to camp before full dark.”

By dusk, we managed to find a temporary refuge in a cluster of weathered rock formations. The towering stone walls created a natural barrier, shielding us from the stinging, windblown sand.

“We make camp here,” Kade decided, scanning the perimeter. “The rocks will absorb the sun’s heat during the day and radiate it back at night. It’ll keep us from freezing to death.”

The team worked efficiently to pitch the tents. I retrieved my specialized supply of herbs and dusted a thick line around the camp’s perimeter. “This should ward off the nocturnal nasties.”

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, the temperature nosedived. The transition was brutal.

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Clark hugged himself, rubbing his arms vigorously His breath puffed in the air like they clouds. “Damn, it’s gotta be below freezing, right?”

Desmond dug into his pack for solid fuel blocks: “We need a fire, stat. If we don’t get some heat going, hypothermia in going to take us before the desert does.”

We had a blaze going in minutes. The orange glow of the fire offered a small circle of comfort against the encroaching, freezing night. We huddled together, sharing the meager supplies of dry rations we had left.

Then, I heard it.

My head snapped up, and I held up a hand for silence. “Shh… listen. Stop talking”

A soft, rhythmic rustling sound surrounded us. It was faint at first, but getting closer by the second–sounding like dry skin slithering over stone.

Clark pointed his flashlight beam into the darkness, then let out a sharp intake of breath.

I followed his gaze, and my blood ran cold.

Countless scorpions, as black as pitch, were pouring out of the crevices in the rocks. Their carapaces gleamed with an eerie, bioluminescent bluish–purple sheen in the firelight.

“The repellent isn’t working!” I shouted, panic flaring in my chest. “Whatever they are, the powder doesn’t affect them!”

One of the operatives panicked and fired his sidearm. The bullets pinged off the rocks and hit the scorpions, sending up sparks, but the creatures didn’t even flinch. There were simply too many of them; conventional weapons were useless.

“Spread out! Fall back!” Zachary roared.

A scream pierced the air as one of the men stumbled. A scorpion had scurried up his calf and buried its stinger deep into his flesh.

Almost instantaneously, his leg turned a necrotic, dark purple–black, the venom spreading with terrifying speed.

I watched in horror as the dark toxin raced toward his thigh.

There was no time to think.

“Forgive me…” Zachary didn’t hesitate. With a fluid, brutal motion, he drew his combat blade and amputated the blackened leg just above the knee.

“Ahhh!” The operative’s agonized how! echoed through the empty night.

I rushed forward, digging into my medical kit to cauterize the wound and clamp the arteries. It was messy, but it saved his life.

But the scorpions kept coming, a chitinous tide surging from every direction. Under normal circumstances, even a low–ranking werewolf could summon their spirit to fend off pests like this. But here, in the heart of the Dark Desert, we were severed. We were human.

We were defenseless.

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Clark swung a torch wildly, hoping to drive them back, but these creatures weren’t afraid of the flames. Instead, they swarmed with

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even more frenzy, drawn to the heat like moths.

“They feed on thermal energy…Kade realized, his eyes narrowing. “Kill the lights! Put out the fire!”

They scrambled to extinguish the flames, kicking sand over the pit, but it was too little, too late. The swarm had already locked

onto us.

In the chaos, one of the men panicked and knocked over his canteen. Water gushed out, splashing across the sand,

The scorpions that were hit by the liquid let out a high–pitched, piercing shriek. They.convulsed violently and then went still. “They’re hydrophobic! They fear the water!” I shouted, the realization hitting me. “Kade, water!”

Kade barked an order instantly. “Round up every canteen! Zachary, tear down the tents–use the poles to build makeshift spray pumps!”

Adrenaline is a powerful thing. In a life–or–death crisis, the team moved with incredible efficiency.

Ten minutes later, we had rigged up several crude sprayers.

I quickly dissolved a potent medicinal powder into the water canisters. “This will make the fluid more corrosive–burn through their armor faster.”

“Economize your shots,” Kade warned, his eyes scanning the dark. “Make every drop count. Pick a sector and aim for the densest clusters.”

We unleashed a mist of water. The effect was immediate. On contact, the scorpions screeched and scattered, retreating in

confusion.

The hideous creatures melted into puddles of black slime, dissolving with a hiss of white smoke right before our eyes.

We fought for half an hour, pushing back the tide, until the last scorpion was neutralized. The air around the camp reeked of burnt acid and singed chitin, but the immediate danger had passed.

1 immediately turned my attention back to the injured operative, dressing his wound as best as I could. “Zachary made the right call. If he hadn’t acted, the venom would have taken his heart in minutes.”

The team went quiet, the grim reality of our situation settling in. The color had drained from everyone’s face

Kade checked our remaining water inventory, his expression solemn. “We burned through two–thirds of our reserves fighting them off. Rationing starts now. Fifty milliliters per person per day. No exceptions.”

Zachary looked grim, voicing the harsh truth we were all trying to ignore. “Fifty milliliters? At that rate, we won’t last two days out here.”

He was right. Despair clawed at my throat.

What were we going to do?