Eztli's Spooky Chase

Chap 37

A deafening roar shook the battlefield. The night pulsed with energy as Konane, Rono, Peta, and Eztli stood their ground, their bodies radiating power. It wasn't just light—it was raw, untamed energy flowing through them, awakened by desperation, instinct, and the unbreakable bond they shared.

Golden light flared around Konane, his body trembling with uncontained force. His fur stood on end as the energy surged through his veins, crackling like lightning. His eyes glowed like twin suns, and the ground beneath him trembled as his feet barely touched the earth.

Rono's aura burned a brilliant orange, surrounding him like the coils of an ancient serpent. His body twisted, his movements sharp and fluid, radiating primal power. He felt his instincts sharpen, his mind clear. For the first time, fear did not exist—only action, only the hunt.

Peta's blue energy took the form of a eagle. Winds howled around her, the sky itself bending to her presence. Her feathers shimmered, her talons crackling with raw power as she ascended into the air, her vision locking onto the massive Azitotl. her vision locking onto the massive Azitotl.

Eztli prowled forward, green energy flickering around her like an emerald flame. Her jaguar aura moved with absolute silence, her muscles coiled, ready to strike. Her heart pounded, but not with fear—with purpose

Peta's grandmother, Zacil, stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching the four young children unleash their Tonalli—their life force, their connection to the spirit world. Golden, orange, blue, and green auras blazed around them as they fought with newfound strength, their bodies infused with their spiritual energy.

Yet, despite their power, Zacil knew the truth—they were still incomplete. Tonalli alone was not enough to form their nahual. Their strength flickered like candle flames in a storm, unrefined and unstable. The longer they remained in this state without true control, the faster they would burn out.

She stepped forward, her voice cutting through the chaos.

"This is only the beginning!"

The four youngsters faltered for a moment, their energies wavering. The Azitotl, tired but not defeated, roared in defiance. The Cihuateteo's fragmented form twisted unnaturally, preparing to strike once more.

"Your Tonalli protects you for now, but it does not sustain you!" Zacil continued, her gaze sharp. "Without mastery over your three divine energies, you will not last! Your bodies will break before your enemies do!"

A deafening roar split the night as the Ahuizotl lunged, and the Cihuateteo shrieked in ghastly delight.

The four kids were glowing like discount glowsticks at a spirit rave—golden Konane, orange Rono, blue Peta, and green Eztli, their auras flaring with raw power.

And just when things were about to go completely off the rails—

Zacil stepped in.

She didn't so much walk onto the battlefield as part the air with her presence. Cloaked in smoke and starlight —and reality politely took a step back.

"You've awakened your tonalli," she said, arms outstretched. "Beautiful. Powerful. Incomplete."

Eztli blinked. "Wait, what?"

"You're not ready," Zacil said plainly, as if she were commenting on undercooked rice. "You're emotionally unstable and probably hungry."

The Cihuateteo hovered in the air, her fragmented form pulsing with rage and sorrow. Once a woman, now a ghostly storm of screams and twisted memories. Her wail pierced the night, sending the chaneques tumbling into bushes and the trees shivering in fear.