LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe - Chapter 400

Chapter 400: We must leave now
The tension in the cave was suffocating. Every breath felt heavier, as if the very air around them had thickened with unease. The group sat in silence, their ears straining against the oppressive quiet. Then, faintly at first, they heard it—a low, guttural sound reverberating through the air.

The girls froze, their eyes wide with fear. Lyerin raised a hand, signaling for silence. The grumbling grew louder, the sound rolling like distant thunder, deep and ominous.

Corora clutched her knees to her chest. “Is that…?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Lyerin nodded grimly. “A dragon,” he confirmed, his voice low. “And it’s close.”

The sound grew stronger, its vibrations resonating through the cave walls, shaking loose small pebbles that clattered to the ground. The Pig Orcs shifted uneasily at the entrance, their massive forms casting long shadows that flickered as they moved.

Natalie leaned closer to Lyerin, her voice barely audible. “Why does it sound like that? It’s… different.”

“It’s grumbling,” Lyerin replied, his gaze fixed on the cave entrance. “It’s agitated. Either it’s searching for something, or it’s… dying.”

“Dying?” Fiona repeated, her voice a mix of hope and disbelief.

“Dragons don’t die easily,” Lyerin said, his tone sharp. “But when they do, the entire world feels it.”

The grumbling turned into a growl, the sound reverberating through the air like an earthquake. Dust fell from the ceiling of the cave, the vibrations causing the stone to tremble beneath them. The girls huddled closer together, their faces pale with fear.

“What do we do if it finds us?” Maria asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lyerin’s eyes narrowed. “It won’t find us. Stay quiet. Stay still.”

The growling turned into a roar, a sound so powerful it seemed to tear through the very fabric of the air. The Pig Orcs tensed, their hands tightening around their weapons. The girls flinched, covering their ears as the deafening noise echoed through the cave.

And then, as suddenly as it began, the roar ceased. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the ragged breathing of the group. But the reprieve was short-lived.

The grumbling returned, louder and more guttural, each sound heavier than the last. It wasn’t just noise—it was pain, a raw, primal sound that sent chills down their spines.

“It’s not looking for us,” Lyerin murmured, almost to himself. “It’s struggling.”

The sound grew stronger still, shaking the very ground they sat on. The girls clung to each other, their fear mounting with every passing second.

And then, in one final, earth-shattering moment, the grumbling turned into a roar—a long, piercing cry that seemed to split the heavens. It was a sound of defiance, of fury, of finality.

The group froze, their eyes wide as the dragon’s last cry echoed through the cave, fading into the distance. And then, there was silence. A heavy, suffocating silence that left them all trembling.

Lyerin’s voice was the first to break it. “It’s not over,” he said, his tone unreadable. “be prepared.”

The oppressive silence after the dragon’s last cry did not last long. Suddenly, without warning, a resounding bang shattered the stillness, reverberating through the air like a massive drumbeat struck with divine force.

The group froze in place, their hearts pounding. The noise was deafening, unlike anything they had heard before. It wasn’t just loud—it was primal, raw, and earthshaking, as though the very world itself was being torn apart.

The cave trembled violently. Dust rained down from above, and small stones clattered to the ground, creating a cacophony of noise that only heightened their panic. Then came the dragon’s cry, an angry, guttural roar that seemed to scrape against their very souls. It wasn’t the cry of a creature in pain or fear—it was fury incarnate.

The bang came again, louder this time, accompanied by a tremor that rattled their bones. The ground beneath them quaked violently, and the walls of the cave groaned as if struggling to hold themselves together. It felt as though the island itself was shuddering in terror at the wrath of the beast.

“What in the world is that?” Lydia whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise. Her eyes were wide with fear as she clung to Fiona.

Lyerin didn’t answer. His sharp eyes were locked on the cave entrance, his body tense as if bracing for an impact. His usually calm demeanor was shadowed by something more grim—something no one dared question.

The banging intensified. Each impact felt like an explosion, shaking the very foundation of the floating island. The air around them seemed to vibrate with the force, the pressure building with each successive blow.

The dragon’s cry followed every bang, growing more enraged, more desperate. It wasn’t a single sound—it was a layered symphony of fury, each tone deeper and more resonant than the last. Its cries sliced through the air, leaving an almost tangible trail of dread.

Another bang, this time so strong that the group stumbled, their footing unsure as the cave floor tilted slightly. Corora cried out, grabbing onto Cornelia for support, while Natalie shielded her face as a crack appeared on the wall near her.

“What’s happening?” Maria gasped, gripping her weapon tightly as if it could protect her from the unstoppable force outside.

“It’s… the dragon,” Lyerin muttered, his voice low and strained. “It’s striking the ground—or something near it.”

Each bang was getting closer, stronger, as though the dragon itself were marching toward them, one furious step at a time. With every impact, the vibrations became sharper, digging into their nerves. It was as though the sound wasn’t just in the air—it was in them, resonating through their very bodies.

The girls pressed their hands over their ears, desperate to block out the maddening noise. But it was futile. The sound was too overpowering, too omnipresent.

And then, a particularly massive bang shook the entire cave, knocking several of them off their feet. The Pig Orcs grunted in unison, catching themselves on the walls or bracing their weapons against the ground. Emily screamed as a large chunk of rock fell from above, narrowly missing her by inches.

“Lyerin!” Fiona shouted, her voice barely cutting through the chaos. “What do we do? It’s getting worse!”

He didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the entrance, his eyes narrowing as another bang echoed, followed by an even more enraged cry from the dragon.

The noise became relentless, the intervals between each bang shortening. The rhythm was chaotic, wild, as if the dragon’s fury was reaching its peak. The cries grew sharper, each one cutting through the deafening bangs like a knife slicing through steel.

The girls huddled closer, their fear palpable. Sophia clung to Lydia, her hands trembling. “This isn’t normal,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “This… this can’t be real.”

“It’s real,” Lyerin said finally, his tone cold and steady. His words, though simple, carried the weight of unshakable certainty.

And then came the loudest bang yet, so forceful that the very ground seemed to lift and fall beneath them. The dragon roared in response, its cry so piercing that it felt like a storm was tearing through the cave.

The group staggered, barely able to keep their balance. The Pig Orcs growled low, their fists tightening around their weapons as their bodies braced against the tremors.

The banging continued, faster and more intense, each one feeling like it would be the last, only for another, stronger one to follow. It felt endless, as if the dragon’s rage had no bounds.

And then, the sound shifted. The bangs became deeper, more guttural, the vibrations more intense. The dragon’s cries matched the rhythm, a primal symphony of destruction. It was as if the very air around them was alive, pulsing with the creature’s wrath.

The walls of the cave groaned under the strain, cracks spidering across their surface. Dust filled the air, making it hard to see, hard to breathe. The group clung to one another, their fear mounting with every passing second.

The final bang was unlike anything they had heard before. It wasn’t just a sound—it was a force, a wave of energy that seemed to ripple through the island itself. The dragon’s cry followed, long and piercing, echoing into the distance.

As the sound faded, Lyerin’s voice cut through the silence, calm but commanding. “Let’s leave this island now.”