OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 123: Cycle

Chapter 123: Cycle



After what felt like an eternity of narrow escapes and heart-pounding chases, Emir finally reached a chamber that offered temporary rest.

The cavern was vast and open, its ceiling adorned with shimmering stalactites.

Breathing heavily, he took a moment to catch his breath and absorb Aether while his eyes scanned the surroundings for any signs of the Maligorth.

He was met by the silence that filled the chamber, broken only by the sound of his own labored breaths.

And just as he began to hope that he had eluded his pursuer, a low growl echoed to his left.

The humanoid version of the Maligorth emerged from the shadows, its eyes fixed on him with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

'Well, that wasn't too surprising...' He mused.

Without wasting any time, he propped up his Aetherstorm Launcher, as his body began glowing with Aether.

"Aether Blast!"

He screamed as he channeled whatever Aether he had remaining into a powerful blast, unleashing a wave of Aether that sent the Maligorth staggering backward.

"COME BACK, HUMAN!"

Ignoring the screaming Maligorth, he turned and sprinted toward another passage on the opposite side of the chamber.

The Maligorth recovered quickly, its form changing into its real one as it ran after him with renewed fury.

But Emir was long gone, fueled by pure desperation and the resolve to survive.

He raced through the passage, his footsteps echoing in the confined space.

And as he emerged into a new section of the labyrinth, Emir felt relief flood through him.

He had once again managed to create some distance between himself and the relentless monster, buying him precious time.

But he knew that the Maligorth's pursuit would not cease, that his journey was far from over and that the true test of his strength and adaptability lay ahead.

The Maligorth would continue to hunt him relentlessly, driven by its insatiable hunger and desire for vengeance.

With renewed focus, he pressed on, navigating the intricate network of tunnels and caves with unwavering resolve.

And like clockwork, the sound of the Maligorth's heavy footsteps reached behind him.

Undeterred, Emir scanned the surroundings, searching for a way to outsmart the creature and escape its clutches.

Spotting a series of narrow ledges that ascended to a higher level, he quickly devised a plan.

ground.

After a few minutes passed, aided by a dose of old-world medicine, the bleeding finally

ceased.

Now fully prepared and with the trail set, he moved soundlessly, leaving behind a path for the Maligorth to pursue.

While continuing deeper into the labyrinth, Emir's heart pounded with excitement.

'That will be enough for a few, but this game is far from over, I have to run away as far as I physically can.'

Emir knew that he had successfully outsmarted the monster, at least for now, but he also understood that the game of cat and mouse was far from over.

With his wits and cunning as his only capable weapons, he pressed on, determined to elude the Maligorth and find a way to not only survive but ultimately overcome the formidable creature that hunted him.

And so the pursuit continued, as he pushed himself even harder, tapping into the Aether that surrounded him, constantly replenishing his Aether reserves, determined to escape the clutches of his relentless pursuer.

With every fleeting moment, he grew closer to his breaking point, his body exhausted and his mind on the brink of collapse, all because of the constant processing of Aether.

But, he refused to surrender.

He pushed through the pain, drawing upon the depths of his fiery heart, knowing that killing his enemy must be his only option...

Otherwise, who was he to challenge the Order if a tyrant-ranked monster stopped him in his

tracks?

Many weeks passed, and once again, the Maligorth caught up to him, presenting another

challenge.

Yet, he managed to elude it.

Each encounter only fortified his resilience, sharpening his skills to a razor's edge.

The underground became his training ground, a crucible in which he forged himself anew.

Emir knew that the day would come when he'd emerge from the depths, his spirit unbroken,

and his strength multiplied by leaps and bounds.

And when that day arrived, he wouldn't face the Maligorth as helpless prey but as a

formidable adversary.

Ready to hunt.