LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Chapter 105 - 105: Another one

The darkness around Lyerin began to dissipate, melting away like a shadow under the noon sun.

As the blackness cleared, his surroundings slowly came into focus. He found himself standing in the center of a grand, circular room.

The space was enormous, filled with towering columns and arched ceilings that reached impossibly high.

The walls were lined with ornate tapestries, each depicting scenes of battle, conquest, and magic. The room had a somber atmosphere, heavy with the weight of history and power.

Lyerin's gaze swept across the room, taking in every detail. It was set up like a courtroom, with rows of seats arranged in a semicircle around him.

Each seat was occupied by a figure, their faces shrouded in shadow. But Lyerin could see their eyes, each pair glowing with a mixture of curiosity, disdain, and judgment.

He recognized many of them instantly—figures from his past life, individuals who had caused him great pain and suffering.

Their presence here was like a knife twisting in his gut, but he forced himself to remain calm, his expression as unreadable as ever.

At the highest seat, positioned above the rest, sat Lord Victor. His regal posture and the way he commanded the room with his mere presence made it clear that he was the one in charge.

Lord Victor's eyes gleamed with amusement as he looked down at Lyerin, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Well, well, Lyerin," Lord Victor said, his voice echoing through the chamber. "You've certainly put on a show for us. It seems there were those who doubted my judgment in bringing you here." He chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "But I believe you've proven yourself more than capable."

Lyerin remained silent, his eyes locked onto Lord Victor's. He could feel the weight of the stares from those around him, each one measuring him, assessing him, judging him. But he didn't flinch. He stood tall, his posture straight, his expression calm.

One of the figures seated at a table to his right leaned forward, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Lyerin, do you truly intend to take on the ten special missions?"

Without hesitation, Lyerin replied, "Yes." His voice was steady, devoid of any emotion.

There was no doubt, no hesitation in his words.

Another figure, a woman with sharp eyes that gleamed like a predator's, spoke next. "And are you indeed the owner of a tribe?" There was a note of accusation in her tone, as if she were

For a long moment, he stood there, processing everything he had just heard.

The Batrider and assassins—both formidable opponents in their own right. But Lyerin was not one to back down from a challenge.

A slow smile spread across his face, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "This," he murmured to himself, "is a piece of cake."

He flexed his fingers, feeling the Shadow Mana pulse within him. It was a strange, almost intoxicating power, and he could feel it coursing through his veins, sharpening his senses and heightening his reflexes.

Lyerin took a deep breath, centering himself. He knew that the real test was just beginning. The church, with all its eerie silence and crumbling grandeur, was about to become a battlefield. And Lyerin was more than ready to prove these racist bastards that he's not one to deal with.

The faint creak of a floorboard reached his ears, and Lyerin's smile widened. His first opponent was already making their move.

The game was on.