OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 184: Guardian Of The Fallen Haven

"How did you find her so quickly?" Emma asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a touch of admiration.

Emir whose gaze remained at Emma as she tended to Aria, let out a chuckle.

"I wasn't trying to find her...."

"I jumped into the nest, wanting to know more about how things escalated with the monsters, and surprisingly, she was over there, hiding in the cave."

Emma and Jake glanced at each other for a moment before Jake spoke:

"Well it doesn't matter, you've done our job for us, and for that, I thank you, boss!"

Aria's concern however, cut through their conversation as she voiced her disbelief:

"Are you actually... going there? Are you stupid?"

Amusement danced in the eyes of the trio, all suppressing a chuckle to escape from their mouths.

"Stupid? Maybe... But I've still got to find out what happened; all of this seems too contrived, you see..." Emir replied, his words carrying unspoken intentions.

He paused for a moment, locking his right hand in a fist while showing his left palm to the others as if his demeanor shifted to that of a storyteller.

"All of a sudden we find out that you were in this ruin, then..."

"Bam!" He exclaimed, bringing his right fist down on his left palm like a hammer.

"Someone came in and somehow made the monsters go mad, and now we've got an angered guardian losing its kin due to those mad ones."

"Quite a sad tale, isn't it?"

Emma was about to respond, but Emir continued his theatrical antics, leaving her

momentarily speechless with her mouth agape.

They all watched his arms reach up toward the sky.

"A Tyrant... A guardian to his children requested that I carry out its killings...."

"Who am I to refuse?"

Emir's question hung in the air, an unspoken challenge to the mysterious forces at play.

'I need to know who caused this mess after all...' He snickered inwardly.

Emir knew that whoever did this was after him.

It could've been the Order but they had yet to squirm themselves into his life...

So he knew that whoever this was....

Was a third party.

A new player in their game of chess.

As his arms slowly descended from their skyward reach, his gaze locked onto Aria.

"Don't worry, you're not at fault for anything that happened here..."

Intrigued and slightly amused by Emir's flair for dramatics, Emma's initial speechlessness gave way to a wry smile.

She silently leaned against a nearby stone structure, her arms crossed.

Jake's grin remained, his eyes alight with admiration for the leader who had so swiftly taken charge of a situation that none of them could have foreseen.

Aria's worry persisted, her eyes shifting from Emir to his companions as if searching for any signs of apprehension.

But she didn't end up finding any.

Uncertainty about what happened weighed heavily on her, a feeling Emir understood all too well.

She might've felt guilt as well...

Thinking that she was the cause of the massacre happening outside the nest.

During that momentary silence, Emir's internal monologue continued to churn.

He was aware that the balance of power had shifted once again and that a new element had been introduced to his intricate game of survival.

His instincts and experience whispered that whoever orchestrated this had meticulously plotted their moves for a long time.

The interconnectedness of events hinted at a grand design that could shatter the fragile equilibrium of their world.

'As if I didn't have enough problems to worry about...'

Shaking himself out of it, Emir looked back at his companions.

"...Get her back home, and I'll deal with the rest." He commanded, leaving no room for discussion.

"Also, Ms. Aria, keep me a celestial secret, won't you?" He added while giving her a wink.

Aria's face instantly blushed red as she looked away while stuttering out:

"I-I won't you, idiot!"

Emir's mouth slowly fell open, his jaw almost hitting the ground, as he thought:

'Seriously?'

'... Is this what they call Stockholm syndrome?'

'She still might subconsciously see me as her kidnapper.'

This actually benefited him massively.

He was about to force a contract on her but quickly changed his mind.

If she continued to act this naive and trusting, he wouldn't even need to worry about them finding any DNA before he struck back against the Elite.

'They'll definitely find some evidence that I kidnapped her eventually, so the only question that remains is when.'

'And well... There's nothing I can do about that except deal with it when the time comes.'

'That's unless Lyra gets involved of course.'

With those thoughts off his mind, Emir looked at Jake and Emma, who shared the same look

he had moments earlier.

A look of absolute surprise.

"Good luck."

Leaving these words and a snicker behind, he rushed to the surface as he heard their farewells

echo in the nest.

...

In a secluded corner, Emir swung a leg over his bloodied bike and hopped off.

The telltale sounds of gunshots echoed way behind him, and the roars of monsters surrounded him from every direction.

He then donned his recently washed mask and pulled his cloak tightly around his form, its

dark fabric billowing in the breeze.

It was as though he had become one with the shadows, a phantom lurking amidst the

pandemonium.

Emir's muscular frame propelled him forward.

He leaped onto a pile of debris, his nimble movements carrying him effortlessly up the side of

a crumbling building.

His bike, a trusty companion to his future escape, was swathed in a camouflage sheet to

protect it from prying eyes.

Atop the precipice of the decaying structure, Emir surveyed the battlefield below.

His gaze swept over the devastation, taking in the relentless skirmishes, the fiery clashes

between humans and monsters.

This was no longer a playground for hunters.

Here, in the depths of the ruin, the celestials emerged into action.

All were clad in the unmistakable attire bearing the emblem of the Ebonfyre and GoldLeaf

families.

They organized into cohorts, each consisting of no fewer than five members, launching attacks against the Younglings and Fiends with the precision of a well-coordinated platoon.

Within their small army, they formed ranks.

The Spell Weavers were positioned at the rear.

Their incantations and gestures cast an array of spells that summoned fire, lightning, ice, wind, earth, and many other elements that rained down upon the enemy.

Beside them, the Rangers and Gun Mages took aim, unleashing volleys of Aether-imbued

bullets upon their foes.

Meanwhile, at the forefront, knights and other melee combat specialists stood firm.

They held the line, their positions shifting in a choreographed dance of defense and offense.

It was a display of teamwork, each celestial working in concert, like cogs in a well-oiled

machine.

Yet the relentless horde of monsters across them showed no signs of defeat.

They retaliated with a fury that seemed unending.

Massive walls of earth sprang up, both for defense and offense, while vines and roots

ensnared their targets.

Towering nails of earth and wood shot forth, aiming to impale the knights at the vanguard.

It was a ceaseless struggle, a play of death played out against the backdrop of a ruin that had

long forgotten the vibrancy of life.

The remnants of a world long past.

'That guardian called them mad but... they've got tactics.'

This wasn't the sole point of confrontation, for scattered across the battlefield were smaller

skirmishes, mirroring the tactics of both sides as they sought to flank each other.

Scoffing at the sight, Emir simply shrugged and chanted:

"Flash Step."