LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe - Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Effectiveness
Under the vast canopy of the darkened sky, the soldiers crouched low among the dense foliage, their breaths synchronized as they watched the massive silhouette of their target beast wander ever closer to the carefully laid trap.

The atmosphere was charged with a tense anticipation that only sharpened as the beast’s movements became more deliberate, its sheer size and power a stark reminder of why their previous attempts had been fruitless.

The forest seemed to hold its breath alongside them, every rustling leaf and distant cry of nocturnal creatures fading into a muted hum as the soldiers fixed their focus on the enormous creature ahead.

The beast was unlike any they had encountered before—a towering monstrosity of sinewy muscle and rugged scales that shimmered faintly under the faint light filtering through the trees.

Its eyes, glowing faintly red, scanned the surroundings with a primal wariness, its every step a calculated move to ensure it wasn’t being followed.

But tonight, despite its hyper-awareness, it had unknowingly wandered into the soldiers’ carefully devised snare, a testament to their adherence to Lyerin’s cryptic but precise advice.

The trap itself was a complex arrangement of hidden pitfalls, nets woven from nearly unbreakable vines, and cleverly disguised pressure points that would unleash a cascade of sharp wooden stakes designed to limit the beast’s mobility.

For hours, the soldiers had meticulously worked under the cover of darkness to ensure every detail was flawless, their determination born from the lessons learned in their previous defeats.

Tonight, they were resolute: there would be no mistakes.

As the beast approached, its lumbering form stepping directly onto the first concealed trigger, the trap was sprung.

The forest erupted with a cacophony of snapping wood, creaking ropes, and the furious roars of the ensnared creature.

The beast reared back, its massive head thrashing as it struggled against the vines that had wrapped around its legs and torso, their strength tested against its raw power.

The ground beneath it gave way slightly, revealing a shallow pit lined with jagged spikes, designed to keep it off balance. Yet, despite the soldiers’ ingenuity, the beast was far from subdued.

From their hidden vantage points, the soldiers emerged, weapons gleaming in the faint light.

They moved with practiced precision, their years of training evident in the synchronized way they spread out to encircle the thrashing creature.

Each soldier carried a weapon uniquely suited to their skills: spears with barbed tips to pierce the beast’s tough hide, heavy axes to weaken its limbs, and longbows strung with enchanted arrows meant to exploit its vulnerabilities.

Their strategy, refined through countless discussions and failures, was to weaken the beast gradually, using coordinated strikes to chip away at its formidable strength.

The first wave of attacks began with a volley of arrows aimed at the creature’s joints and underbelly, the softer regions where its protective scales were less prominent.

The beast roared in fury, its massive claws swiping at the projectiles with surprising speed.

Some arrows found their mark, embedding themselves into the beast’s flesh and eliciting guttural growls of pain, but others were deflected or missed entirely as the creature thrashed violently.

“Stay back!” barked Donovan, one of the most experienced soldiers, his voice cutting through the chaotic din. “We don’t need to get reckless. Stick to the plan—wear it down!”

Another wave of attacks followed, this time led by a group wielding long spears.

They darted in and out of the beast’s range, their movements precise as they jabbed at its legs and sides, aiming to disrupt its balance further.

The beast stumbled but recovered quickly, its sheer size making it difficult to topple.

Its retaliatory strikes were brutal; one soldier narrowly avoided a swipe from its massive claws, the force of the near-miss sending him sprawling to the ground. Yet, undeterred, he scrambled back to his feet and rejoined the fray.

The battle raged on, a relentless dance of attack and counterattack.

Sweat poured down the soldiers’ faces as they pushed themselves to their limits, their determination unwavering despite the beast’s seemingly endless reserves of strength.

They began to notice, however, that the creature’s movements were growing slower, its strikes less precise.

The injuries they had inflicted were taking their toll, and the traps, though not entirely effective, had managed to sap its energy.

“It’s working!” one soldier shouted, his voice tinged with hope. “It’s getting weaker!”

“Don’t get cocky!” Donovan snapped, his sharp gaze fixed on the beast. “It’s not over until it’s down. Keep your focus!”

The soldiers redoubled their efforts, their attacks more coordinated than ever. Yet, as the battle wore on, the toll on their own bodies became evident.

Bruises, cuts, and exhaustion weighed heavily on them, but their resolve remained steadfast.

They had come too far, endured too much, to let this opportunity slip away.

The beast, now visibly injured and panting heavily, let out a defiant roar that echoed through the forest.

Its eyes, once burning with rage, now held a flicker of desperation.

It was on the verge of collapse, its powerful limbs trembling as it struggled to remain upright. Yet, despite its weakened state, it refused to fall, its primal instincts driving it to fight until the very end.

As the soldiers regrouped for what they hoped would be the final push, they exchanged determined glances, their unspoken camaraderie evident in the way they wordlessly communicated their next moves.

Their collective strength and strategy had brought them to this point, and though victory was not yet assured, they could feel it within their grasp.

The scene ended with the beast still standing, battered and bloodied, but far from defeated.

Its labored breaths filled the air as the soldiers steeled themselves for the final assault, the outcome of their efforts hanging precariously in the balance.

The soldiers, having regrouped and gathered their collective courage, prepared for the final strike.

The cool night air clung to their skin as their breaths came in synchronized puffs, their bodies aching but their resolve unwavering.

The beast stood before them, battered, bleeding, its towering form swaying precariously. Its primal growls filled the air, a haunting symphony of defiance and exhaustion.

Despite the immense damage it had suffered, the creature’s raw determination burned as fiercely as the soldiers’ resolve to see this battle through.

“Hold your positions,” Donovan commanded, his voice steady despite the fatigue evident in his eyes. “We move together. Remember, Lyerin’s advice—precision over force. No mistakes.”

The soldiers nodded silently, their expressions hardened with focus.

Each carried a weapon tailored for this final assault, their strategy meticulously adjusted based on everything they had learned about the creature and from Lyerin’s insights.

Long spears glinted under the pale moonlight, heavy nets reinforced with enchanted materials hung ready, and enchanted arrows sat poised on taut bowstrings.

The beast let out a low, guttural growl, its massive head swaying as if trying to locate the source of its torment.

Blood dripped steadily from the gashes along its limbs and torso, pooling at its feet, but it showed no sign of surrender.

With an enraged roar, it charged forward, its immense body tearing through the underbrush in one final, desperate attempt to break free.

“Now!” Donovan bellowed.

The soldiers sprang into action with practiced precision.

A barrage of arrows rained down upon the beast, each one aimed at its weakened joints and exposed underbelly.

The creature howled in pain as the projectiles found their mark, piercing through its tough hide and embedding deep into its flesh.

It staggered, its movements growing more sluggish with each passing moment, but its rage only seemed to intensify.

“Don’t let up!” another soldier cried, his voice tinged with both fear and determination. “It’s close—keep pushing!”

A group of soldiers armed with spears moved in next, circling the beast like predators closing in on wounded prey.

They jabbed at its legs and flanks, their movements calculated to keep it off balance.

The creature lashed out with its massive claws, narrowly missing one soldier who ducked and rolled out of harm’s way.

Another soldier wasn’t as lucky, a glancing blow sending him sprawling to the ground. But even as his comrades rushed to pull him to safety, the rest of the group pressed their attack, refusing to give the beast any chance to recover.

The trap was sprung in full as a reinforced net was flung over the beast’s head and shoulders.

The creature thrashed violently, its powerful limbs tearing at the restraints, but the enchanted material held firm.

Weighted spikes attached to the net dug into the ground, anchoring the beast in place and limiting its movements.

It roared in fury, its glowing eyes blazing with defiance as it struggled against its bonds.

“Get to its side!” Donovan shouted, directing the soldiers with an urgency born of desperation. “Aim for its legs—bring it down!”

A group of soldiers wielding heavy axes advanced cautiously, their weapons glinting ominously.

They struck in unison, their blades biting deep into the beast’s hind legs.

The creature let out an ear-splitting scream, its body trembling under the assault. Yet, even as its strength waned, it continued to fight, its sheer willpower defying the soldiers’ relentless attacks.

“It’s almost down!” one soldier yelled, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of the battle. “Just a little more!”

The beast’s movements grew erratic, its massive form swaying precariously as its injured legs struggled to support its weight.

The soldiers seized the opportunity, delivering one final, coordinated strike.

The creature let out one last, guttural roar before collapsing to the ground with a thunderous crash.

The earth trembled beneath its weight, and for a moment, an eerie silence descended upon the battlefield.

And then, as the realization of their victory set in, a cheer erupted from the soldiers.

They threw their weapons aside and embraced one another, their shouts of triumph echoing through the forest.

The weight of their exhaustion was momentarily forgotten as they celebrated their hard-fought victory.

“We did it!” one soldier exclaimed, his face alight with joy despite the blood and grime that streaked it. “We finally brought it down!”

The others joined in, their laughter and cheers mingling with the sounds of the forest.

They had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious, their unity and determination prevailing where brute force alone had failed.

It was a moment they would remember for the rest of their lives—a testament to their resilience and the guidance of Lyerin, whose advice had proven invaluable.

As they stood around the fallen beast, their hearts swelling with pride and relief, Donovan raised his hand to silence the group.

“This is just the beginning,” he said, his voice firm but tinged with a rare smile. “We’ll bring this back to the tribe, and we’ll show everyone what we’re capable of.”

The soldiers nodded in agreement, their spirits lifted as they prepared to carry their hard-won prize back to the tribe.

They knew the road ahead would still be challenging, but for now, they allowed themselves a moment of celebration, their bond as comrades stronger than ever.