LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Meanwhile, in the strange pocket of reality where Lyerin and Yasira were, the tension between them had reached a fever pitch.

Yasira, still pinned by Lyerin's earlier grasp, was frantic, her six arms trembling slightly as she desperately activated another of her blood ability.

To Lyerin's surprise, one of her arms withered and crumbled away, sacrificed to summon a protective blood barrier that swirled around her like a crimson storm.

The sacrifice of an arm for this kind of power was no small feat—it was a trump card, a last resort for a being of her status.

Lyerin remained speechless for a moment, genuinely taken aback by her desperation. He hadn't expected Yasira to go this far.

For a brief second, he considered letting her go. But Yasira's voice cut through the air, filled with frantic resolve.

She was no longer speaking to him directly but to the entire Earth, her voice amplified through the microphone.

"People of Earth!" she cried out, her voice shrill and sharp.

"You have heard my words! Lyerin, your so-called representative, is nothing but a threat to all of you! He's not someone who will save you!

"He will only bring more suffering, more destruction! If you want to survive—no, if you want to thrive—then you must eradicate him and his tribe!

"You must destroy him before he returns to your world, before he can strengthen his foothold any further!"

The Earthlings could hear her, no doubt. She had initiated a live broadcast, encouraging the people to turn against Lyerin.

She was relentless, pushing the narrative that Lyerin was a threat to their very survival.

Lyerin squinted at her with cold, calculated eyes.

She thought her words would be enough to rally the masses, but she had no idea what kind of game he was about to play.

With a grunt, Lyerin raised his hand, effortlessly tearing through the blood barrier that Yasira had summoned.

The crimson energy shattered like fragile glass, dissipating into the air.

Yasira's eyes widened with pure fear.

She hadn't expected him to break through so easily.

Her once confident demeanor began to crumble as the reality of her situation became clear.

"Stay back!" Yasira stammered, her voice losing its earlier command. "The Asura race… they're watching! If you kill me—"

Lyerin didn't seem to care.

He was calm, unnervingly so.

His eyes gleamed with dark amusement as he stepped closer to her, his hand reaching for the microphone.

Yasira tried to pull it away, but Lyerin's grip was firm.

"Give it to me," he said, his voice eerily calm, yet filled with authority.

Yasira hesitated but ultimately released the microphone. She was cornered, her frantic attempts to intimidate him having failed miserably.

Lyerin turned toward the massive screen that still broadcast the live feed to the people of Earth.

His eyes scanned the screen as if he could see every individual, feel their confusion and their growing fear.

He smirked.

"I agree with everything Yasira has said!"

Lyerin's voice boomed, his tone suddenly shifting into something wild, unhinged.

He paced, dragging the microphone as if it were an extension of his madness.

"Everything! I am a threat to you! I am the one who will bring about the downfall of everything you've ever known! So come for me! COME FOR ME!"

The way he spoke was deranged, his laughter following his words like a creeping shadow.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

He threw his head back and cackled, a maniacal sound that echoed across the world, leaving those watching from Earth disturbed and terrified.

"Hahahaha!"

Lyerin laughed, his voice full of glee.

"You think you can stop me? You think YOU can destroy my tribe? The very idea is laughable! No, no, no, come to me. Come to my tribe! I welcome you!

In fact, I want you to come. For the sake of fun, for the sake of chaos, come and TRY to destroy me!"

His eyes were wild, his words filled with twisted pleasure as he continued, mocking the very people Yasira had tried to rally.

"She says I am only a Third Level Tribe, that I am weak. She tells you of treasures, of power, of ways to grow stronger, but let me tell you this—none of that will matter.

"No amount of power, no treasure, no secret will help you when you face me. So come! Bring your hopes, bring your dreams, and I will tear them apart! I will tear YOU apart!"

Yasira, still trembling behind him, watched in horror as Lyerin turned her desperate plea into a spectacle of madness.

The people of Earth, who had been uncertain moments ago, were now watching in dread as Lyerin's words sunk in.

The image of him—laughing, taunting them—was now etched in their minds.

And then, just as abruptly as his madness had begun, Lyerin calmed. His voice lowered, taking on a chilling tone of finality. "But… I have more to add."

Yasira's breath caught in her throat as Lyerin slowly turned back to her, his eyes narrowing. "You see, Yasira, there's one thing you forgot to mention in your little speech."

"What—what are you talking about?" Yasira stammered, her fear palpable.

Lyerin stepped closer to her, his voice dropping to a whisper, though it carried across the live broadcast with ease.

"It will take your Asura race years—YEARS—to reach Earth again. You thought I didn't know, didn't you? You thought you could scare me with your little threats. But here's the truth: the game has been won.

"Earth is mine now. And because I won, your precious Asura clan can't touch me or my tribe. Not for a long time. By the time you can even set foot on Earth, I will be too powerful for any of you to stop."

Yasira's eyes widened in shock.

She hadn't expected Lyerin to be so well-informed and this unhinged.

Why is he doing this?

Isn't this gonna turn the masses against him if he kept doing this?

Thus, making her mission complete?

?

Just what is happening?

Just what is going on?

Why is he agreeing to her?!

"And in the meantime," Lyerin continued, his grin widening, "I'll be busy. You see, with Earth will soon be under my control, all those treasures you mentioned? All those power-ups you promised to the people? They're mine.

"Every last one of them. The Earth will grow stronger, its people will grow stronger, and I will make sure of it. And when your Asura race finally manages to return, you won't be facing some weak, Third Level Tribe. You'll be facing a force that you cannot even comprehend.

"When that time comes, not just Earth, but your Shura race and your Asura people will soon be under my foot!"

Yasira's heart pounded in her chest, her confidence shattered. Lyerin had outplayed her in every way.

Lyerin raised the microphone once more, addressing the people of Earth with one final message.

"Let me make one thing clear: I'm not hiding. I'm not running. If you want to come for me, do it. But just know this—you're already too late."

With that, he crushed the microphone in his hand, the live broadcast cutting off abruptly. Yasira, still trembling, stared at him in disbelief. She had come to make Lyerin the villain, but he had turned her plan into a game of his own making.

Lyerin looked down at her, smiling softly. "Now… ehrrrmmm?"

Yasira's voice faltered.

She was still confused.

Still not sure what is going on.

For the first time, she was truly afraid.

Lyerin's eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating intensity. "I believe… I have an announcement to make."