LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Chapter 263: Breathe, just breathe

The glow of the coral led them further into the depths of the cave, the dim blue light giving way to darker hues as they walked, the silence wrapping around them like a shroud. .

They followed Lyerin, each step careful and hesitant, the beauty of the place twisting into something eerie, foreboding.

The passage turned sharply, and suddenly, they emerged into a vast, breathtaking chamber.

Before them stretched a narrow path, seemingly made of shimmering glass, that led straight out over an underwater expanse.

The ground beneath their feet was translucent, revealing the sea below—a sprawling, vibrant ocean world that extended as far as the eye could see.

Sunlight filtered down from somewhere above, illuminating the waters and casting moving shadows along the rocky walls. Fish of impossible colors and shapes drifted lazily beneath them, their scales glinting like jewels in the filtered light.

But these were no ordinary fish.

They were larger, with sleek, unfamiliar forms, their bodies seemingly armored with thick scales that shimmered with a metallic sheen.

They moved with predatory grace, weaving through coral formations and jagged rocks, eyes glowing with an intelligence that made the soldiers' blood run cold.

Some of these creatures were as large as sharks, with fins edged in iridescent colors and strange, curling spines along their backs.

Their mouths were lined with needle-sharp teeth, and they glided through the water with an unnerving stillness, as if waiting, watching.

Lucas froze, his breath catching in his throat. "What… what are those things?" he whispered, unable to tear his eyes from the massive creatures prowling below.

The other soldiers crowded close, peering nervously over the edge of the glass path.

A wave of unease spread through them as they took in the strange, otherworldly creatures swimming below, beasts that bore only a faint resemblance to the fish they knew.

These creatures were something different—something evolved, something ancient and terrifying.

The soldiers' eyes widened, and a collective shiver passed through them.

One of the men spoke up, his voice trembling, "What if they can see us? What if they… attack?"

As if in answer, one of the massive creatures drifted closer, its glimmering eyes rolling upward to reveal a dark, bottomless stare. Its gaze fixed on the path above, its jaws parting slightly to reveal rows of serrated teeth.

A faint ripple ran through the water as the creature hovered just beneath them, as if assessing the strange figures that had appeared in its territory.

The soldiers took a hurried step back, glancing at each other with mounting fear.

The vast ocean stretched out on either side of the path, and there was no way to retreat.

They were suspended above the water, vulnerable, exposed. If those creatures decided to lunge, the glass beneath their feet would shatter, sending them plummeting into the depths.

Lyerin, however, stood calmly at the edge, arms crossed, his gaze steady as he looked down at the creatures with an almost casual interest.

He turned to the soldiers, noticing their fear with a faint smile.

"They can't see you," he said, his voice unhurried. "Or rather, they're unable to see you. To them, you are little more than shadows. I've woven a veil over this path, making us invisible to them."

The soldiers glanced at each other, some relief breaking through their anxiety, though it was tempered by the unnatural stillness of Lyerin's voice.

But they held on to his assurance, taking tentative steps forward, their eyes still warily fixed on the monsters below.

The path stretched onward, weaving through the underwater world.

They walked with growing unease, the beauty of the ocean turning into something vast and alien.

Each step felt heavier, their breaths coming faster, as though the air itself was thickening.

Strange plants waved in the currents below, their tendrils stretching up toward the glass, pulsing with faint, bioluminescent light that seemed to draw shadows across their faces.

Soon, they came to an opening in the path, leading into a large, submerged chamber—a vast cavern hidden beneath the sea, with walls encrusted in dark corals and strange, twisting formations.

The soldiers stepped inside hesitantly, peering around at the strange surroundings, the eerie beauty of the place filling them with an uncomfortable awe.

But as they stood in the chamber, a strange, creeping sensation began to take hold.

Their breaths grew shallow, their lungs tightening as if the air had suddenly become dense, resisting their attempts to breathe.

Lucas gasped, clutching at his throat as a wave of panic surged through him. The others were struggling, too, their faces paling as they realized that they couldn't draw a full breath.

"Lyerin! Chief!!" Lucas choked out, his voice a strangled whisper. "We… can't breathe…!"

The others stumbled, some dropping to their knees, their faces contorted in terror.

They clawed at their throats, trying to gulp in air that seemed to elude them, their chests heaving in desperation.

One of the soldiers began to cough violently, his eyes wide with panic as he gasped for air, his breaths shallow and ragged.

"Please," another soldier managed to wheeze, his voice barely audible. "Please… we have to go back…!"

They turned toward the entrance, but their horror mounted as they saw that the path they had come through was now closed, the way back sealed by a thick layer of dark stone.

They were trapped, locked in this chamber beneath the sea, surrounded by thick, suffocating air that seemed to press in on them from all sides.

The panic spread like wildfire. Soldiers began pounding on the walls, clawing at the stone, their voices rising in frantic, pleading cries. "Lyerin! Chief! Get us out of here! We're going to die! Please!"

But Lyerin stood in silence, watching them with a detached calm, his gaze cool and steady as he observed their struggle.

He made no move to help, no effort to reassure them.

Instead, he simply watched, his expression unreadable as the men flailed, gasping, their faces contorted in fear and desperation.

Lucas's vision blurred as he fought for breath, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat of terror.

He looked up at Lyerin, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anger. "Why… aren't you… helping us?" he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper.

For a long moment, Lyerin said nothing. He simply looked at them, his face expressionless, as if weighing his answer. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice smooth and composed.

"Breathe," he said softly, his tone almost gentle. "Just breathe."

The soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, their minds too clouded by panic to understand. But as they focused, as they forced themselves to take deeper breaths, they felt a subtle shift within them.

The sensation was strange, almost surreal.

The air seemed to flow easier, their lungs no longer straining with each breath.

One by one, they began to breathe again, the suffocating pressure lifting.

Relief washed over them, but confusion quickly followed. Lucas looked at Lyerin, a question burning in his eyes.

"What… what just happened?"

Lyerin's lips curved into a faint smile. "It's simple," he replied, his tone calm and matter-of-fact.

"Once you joined my tribe, even if only temporarily, your bodies began to adapt. It's part of the bond—an ability unique to those under my leadership. You can now breathe underwater, as easily as you would on land."

The soldiers stared at him, struggling to process his words.

They were breathing underwater?

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Some of them exchanged incredulous glances, others simply stared at Lyerin, unable to find words.

"So… you let us struggle?"

Lucas asked, his voice tinged with both frustration and wonder. He couldn't believe the man had stood by, watching them suffer, all while knowing they were safe.

Lyerin merely shrugged, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Suffering often reveals hidden strengths," he said, his voice as calm and cool as ever. "Consider it a… lesson in adaptation."

The soldiers fell silent, absorbing his words, their earlier panic replaced by a grudging respect.

They couldn't deny the truth of it.

They had survived, had adapted, just as he had said. But as they looked around the strange, underwater chamber, the reality of their situation settled heavily upon them.

They were under the ocean, breathing like they had gills, surrounded by a world beyond their understanding.

And as they looked back at Lyerin, they realized that this man—their leader, even if only for a time—was more mysterious, more powerful than they had ever imagined.