OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 185: Mad Tyrants

Several minutes slipped away as Emir moved stealthily through the ranks of the monstrous horde.

Each step was a delicate dance with Aether, his silent partner in this dangerous waltz.

He landed softly on the ground, his footsteps muffled.

It was a skill he had honed through his Weaver's Veil aspect—a simple manipulation of Aether.

And as he ventured deeper into the heart of chaos, he consciously suppressed the Aether radiating from his being.

This caused his aura to shrink and made himself nearly invisible to the monsters' senses.

While navigating through the war-torn cityscape, Emir maneuvered around corners, scattered rubble, and debris.

He then turned around a building's corner, only to come to a sudden stop.

Before him, a tidal wave of towering Fiends surged forward, like an unending river of nightmares.

They were quick, driven by an unknown force that appeared to command their every move. 'Troops come from the line of command...'

Emir's mind churned.

It was clear that these monsters were not acting independently; they followed someone or something.

A hidden hand.

'The source... this direction.'

Emir now knew where he needed to go.

He slipped into the decaying building to his right, disappearing into the crumbling walls. Emir passed by shattered furniture-the skeletons of what had once been a home.

Rotten wood and frayed fabric bore witness to the relentless march of time.

His way was occasionally blocked by overgrown flora, nature's reclamation of this forsaken place.

But that wasn't something a few swings of his twin swords wouldn't fix.

After reaching the end of this row of buildings, he squirmed his way through a small crack and looked out.

Seeing that no monsters were around him, he jumped out and landed on the ground.

He crouched down and stayed hidden for a moment.

A heartbeat passed, and his radar beeped in a foreboding rhythm, indicating that monsters were approaching, closing in fast on his location.

"Left," he murmured, pinpointing their direction.

Emir wasted no time, and with a burst of motion, he smashed through the door of the building before him.

He then dashed through the dilapidated structure, his heart thundering in his chest with adrenaline.

The only sounds he could discern were the echoes of his own breath and the distant turmoil of the ongoing battle.

Emir had now ventured deep into the enemy's territory.

Everywhere he turned, towering fiends lurked.

He slowed down.

His senses were attuned to every creaking floorboard and shifting shadow.

His every move was deliberate, calculated, aimed at keeping him hidden from their notice.

And then a sudden faint rustle of movement outside alerted him to the approach of monsters, prompting him to slip into cover.

Emir's eyes darted around the room.

His mind was calm, as he considered every possible route to the Tyrant.

The insistent beeping of his radar served as a constant reminder that danger was never far

away.

But was actually getting closer...

Too close for comfort.

'I need to get out.'

Emir shifted his stance and waited until the sound of the never-ending roars arrived.

'One...'

'Two...'

'Three...'

'Four-'

"RRRRROOAAR!"

'Now!'

Stepping hard on the ground, he broke through the shattered remnants of a window opposite the monsters behind him.

Glass shards tinkled as they fell to the ground, masked only by the monsters' guttural roars and heavy footfalls.

Emir's silhouette remained barely a ripple against that backdrop as he ran through the streets.

'I can't fight them...'

After all, time was of the essence, and he couldn't afford to be bogged down in combat, wasting away his Aether reserves.

Amidst the crumbling buildings and overgrown streets, he occasionally glimpsed flashes of

the horde.

Fiend-ranked monsters of various elements and abilities.

Their sheer number would easily overwhelm him.

But he remained unfazed and continued his journey.

Weaving through, each step inching him closer to his goal.

His goal was clear.

To find the mad Tyrant or Tyrants commanding the charge.

Emir soon reached the end of the buildings on his side of the street.

And judging by where the monsters originated, he had to cross said street and reach the other

side.

Emir stood still for a few moments, watching through a broken window as the monsters went

by.

Then many seconds later, he noticed a gap in their ranks, an opportunity to press forward.

His muscular form slipped through the opening and he reached the other side in two steps.

Emir's feet then continued to carry him onward, through crumbling alleyways and desolate courtyards.

And finally, he arrived at the center of the battlefield, his vantage point atop a building he just

climbed.

Which allowed him to gaze upon a towering Virearth without being immediately noticed.

'Now let's see...'

Emir's sharp eyes studied the creature, seeking any hint of a weakness, any insight into its

abilities.

Like the others he killed, it was a colossal tree, but this one was way bigger in size- at least quadruple their height.

Keep in mind that the ones before were about the size of two-story buildings.

Its body was a fusion of weathered stone and wood; it emanated an aura of power but to a

much higher degree than those before it.

Its mere presence seemed to command the Fiends that swarmed around it.

Luckily for Emir however, those Fiends although afraid, appeared to be fighting back...

Attempting to resist its control over them.

'A revolt?'

'...This might be why they aren't rushing all at once; it looks like some of them have higher

willpower.'

This worked out greatly to Emir's advantage, as he could now watch its abilities in action.

The Virearth's eyes glowed with a darkened green, and its core was a massive tree trunk.

The trunk stretched upwards, and branches spread out like a colossal canopy that protected it

from all coming attacks as they flexed.

Moss-covered patches dotted its form.

And those patches spewed out what appear to be...

Flowers?

'... The hell is that?!'

Emir almost screamed aloud as he watched the flowers transform into mini versions of the

Virearth, joining the main body in attacking the monsters with their roots combined into

massive ones.

It appeared as if it was randomly raining down a forest of intertwined roots, piercing

everything before it.

After letting out a sigh, Emir's analytical mind went to work.

'I only killed the others so easily because of my higher strength, but I'll need more than that

with this one.'

'It has five cores at least....'

'Similar to the Maligorth, but it might even have six.'

'Man... I guess I should've studied more...'

'Especially for worst-case scenarios like this.'

Letting go of those thoughts, he refocused on observing the Virearth.

Emir watched how it summoned walls of wood and stone to shield itself from attacks.

How it unleashed devastating shockwaves with its every root.

And how it seemed impervious to the elemental onslaught from the other monsters.

But as he continued to study it, he noticed something.

There was a pattern to the Virearth's abilities....

A brief pause after each attack.

It was a tiny window of opportunity, but it was there.

It existed.

And that's all he needed.

Emir knew he couldn't face the Virearth head-on, not with the possibility of there being more

than one Tyrant.

But if he could exploit that vulnerability.

If he could find a way to pierce its defenses.

Then maybe, just maybe, he could actually succeed.