LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Chapter 209: Turning the tide again

In the vast unknown realm of the Asuras, an infinite expanse where shadowy beings gathered, a tense silence reigned at the start of the battle.

The ethereal glow of the realm flickered dimly, casting ghostly silhouettes of the countless shadowy figures, each one watching the unfolding events on Earth with a disinterested gaze.

The Asuras, renowned for their brutal efficiency and unparalleled strength, had been sent to deal with a mere human and his ragtag tribe of Pig Orcs.

To the shadowy beings observing, this task seemed trivial, almost laughable.

Lyerin, the Earthling, was expected to crumble under the relentless assault of the elite Asuras.

Their confidence in the Asura warriors was absolute. After all, these shadow assassins and time-bending warriors were handpicked for their lethal skills.

The smaller Pig Orcs were being systematically slaughtered, cut down before they could even activate their tribal abilities. It was all going according to plan.

"This is hardly a challenge," one of the shadowy beings murmured, its voice a low rumble like thunder in the distance.

Another shadowy figure shifted slightly, its form flickering as it whispered, "The human Lyerin is nothing. The Asuras should have sent fewer of our elite forces for it to be interesting. This is over before it even begins."

But as they watched, something unexpected happened.

The girls who stood beside Lyerin—the horned sisters—began to move.

Their natural abilities, which had been dormant until now, flared into action.

The atmosphere shifted immediately.

The shadows leaned forward, the faint light of interest sparking within their dark forms.

"Who are these human girls?" one shadow muttered, a tinge of surprise coloring its voice.

The moment Corora and Cornelia unleashed their powers, bending the battlefield to their will, the shift became undeniable.

The once-confident elite Asuras began to struggle.

What had seemed like an easy victory was quickly slipping from their grasp.

The Pig Orcs, which had been mere obstacles moments before, started to rise again, stronger, adapting to the Asura attacks in ways the shadowy figures had not anticipated.

"These girls," a shadow hissed, its voice edged with disbelief. "The Pig Orcs' advantage is growing stronger with their help!"

As if on cue, the elite Asuras found themselves increasingly cornered.

The shadowy beings in the Asura realm exchanged uncertain glances, their confidence starting to waver.

"What's happening?" another shadow demanded. "Why are the Asuras struggling?"

Then came the moment that caused the entire realm to freeze.

Vira Serpentscale and Xalia Moonshadow, the two deadliest warriors among the Asura forces, were brought to their knees.

Their speed, their precision, their mastery over time and space had failed.

The Pig Orcs adapted, and in the end, the Minotaur emerged—a creature of such primal fury that even the strongest among the Asuras stood no chance.

A stunned silence swept through the shadowy audience.

"Impossible!" one of them finally whispered, its voice a faint tremor in the otherwise still realm.

But the silence didn't last.

As the realization sank in, as the shadowy figures watched their elite fall one by one, something strange happened.

The disbelief began to shift, transforming into something more primal, more electric. The first voice to break the silence was low and hesitant.

"Did you see that? The human's tribe… it's fighting back."

Then, another voice, louder this time. "The Asuras, our elites… they're falling!"

The realization spread like wildfire through the realm.

The shadows began to stir, their disbelief giving way to excitement.

The once-muted voices rose in volume, a low hum of energy spreading through the gathered crowd.

They had expected a slaughter, but what they were witnessing was something else entirely.

"The human Lyerin is stronger than we thought!" a shadow exclaimed, its voice laced with awe.

Another shadow, its form shimmering with anticipation, added, "His tribe… they're adapting faster than any of us anticipated. The Pig Orcs are evolving right before our eyes!"

The excitement grew. What had once been a simple task, a mere elimination of a nuisance, had turned into something far more thrilling.

The shadows, who had initially watched with disinterest, now leaned forward eagerly, their dark forms vibrating with anticipation.

"This is no ordinary battle!" one of the more prominent shadows bellowed, its voice reverberating through the realm. "Lyerin… this human may be something far more dangerous than we thought!"

As the battle below raged on, the shadows began to cheer, their voices rising in a cacophony of excitement.

What started as a ripple of voices soon swelled into a full-blown chorus.

The entire realm of the Asuras, once indifferent to the human Lyerin, was now alive with anticipation.

"Lyerin! Lyerin!" the shadows chanted, their voices overlapping, creating a chorus of echoes that reverberated across the endless expanse.

The shadows revealed in the unexpected turn of events, their forms flickering with unrestrained energy.

It was no longer about the Asuras' inevitable victory—it was about the thrill of the fight, the unpredictable nature of battle that had taken them all by surprise.

One shadow, its voice almost ecstatic, cried out, "Who could have imagined a human would give the Asuras this much trouble? The Pig Orcs are monsters now!"

"They're adapting faster than our elites can handle!" another shouted. "This is incredible!"

The cheering grew louder, more intense. Shadows clapped their intangible hands together, creating ghostly waves of sound that echoed through the void.

Others whistled, their forms shimmering with glee.

"Human Lyerin! Human Lyerin!" they chanted again, the name of the human now on the lips of every shadow in the realm.

And then, as if on cue, the sisters beside Lyerin unleashed another devastating attack.

The Asuras, once the pride of their realm, were now faltering, struggling to survive against the relentless onslaught. The shadows, seeing this, erupted into a frenzy of excitement.

"The horned girls!" one shadow cried. "Look at them! They're unstoppable!"

"Natural abilities! They have natural abilities!" another echoed, its voice filled with awe. "This is beyond anything we've ever seen!"

The excitement became contagious. Shadows that had once doubted Lyerin now cheered for him, their dark forms flickering with energy.

Some began to wager among themselves, betting on how long the Asuras would last before they were completely annihilated. Others simply revealed in the chaos, their laughter echoing through the void.

The Overseer, who had remained silent until now, watched the scene unfold with a quiet intensity.

His shadowy form flickered, but he made no move to stop the cheering. His eyes, glowing faintly, tracked Lyerin's every movement.

This human had done what no one expected—he had turned the tides of battle, and now, even the shadowy realm of the Asuras was buzzing with anticipation.

The cheers reached a fever pitch. Shadows called out Lyerin's name over and over, their excitement uncontainable.

"More! More!" they screamed, eager to see what would happen next.

"Lyerin! Lyerin!"

The chant echoed through the realm, a powerful, rhythmic sound that reverberated through every corner of the shadowy expanse.

The once-certain victory of the Asuras had turned into a spectacle none of them could have predicted.

The shadows, now fully invested in the battle, were caught in the thrill of the unexpected—a human, of all things, had given them something worth watching.

"Lyerin! Lyerin!" they chanted once more, their voices rising to a deafening crescendo.

The Overseer, still silent, allowed a faint worried smile to cross his shadowy face.

This was no ordinary human. And he could feel something was going not according to their plan.