LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

Lyerin, still hovering in the air, took a deep breath as he watched the scene unfold below.

The power his companions had unleashed was awe-inspiring, but the battle was far from over.

The Asuras, though temporarily thrown off balance by the barrage of natural abilities, were regrouping, their numbers still strong, their resolve unshaken.

The Pig Orcs, battered and bleeding, continued to fight bravely, but they were losing ground.

His gaze returned to the women, their abilities still radiating power across the battlefield.

But they were outnumbered, and despite their impressive strength, the Asuras were elite warriors—battle-hardened, disciplined, and relentless.

Lyerin let out a slow breath and uncrossed his arms, his tone commanding but calm.

"You've done well, all of you," he said, his voice carrying easily through the air. "But the battle isn't over yet. I need you to keep fighting alongside the Pig Orcs. Don't hold back. These Asuras are no ordinary foes, and they won't fall easily."

Maria, Elena, and the others nodded, determination flashing in their eyes. They were ready to fight. Ready to push back the Asura invasion.

Lyerin continued, "Coordinate with the Pig Orcs. They're strong, but they need your abilities to cover their weaknesses. We can't afford any mistakes here. If we don't stop these Asuras now, they'll bring the full might of their army down on us. And we won't survive that."

The women didn't need further prompting. With a collective nod, they spread out, descending toward the battlefield where the Pig Orcs were still locked in combat with the Asuras.

Maria led the charge, her blades materializing once again, slicing through the air with deadly precision.

She landed beside a group of Pig Orcs, her storm of ethereal blades forming a protective barrier around them, deflecting the Asuras' attacks and giving the Pig Orcs room to strike back.

Elena followed, flames dancing around her hands as she launched a series of fireballs at the Asuras, creating bursts of searing heat that forced the elite warriors to scatter.

The Pig Orcs took advantage of the chaos, their massive fists and crude weapons finding targets among the disoriented Asuras.

Lydia, with her gravitational powers, joined the fray next, creating concentrated fields of force that pulled clusters of Asuras toward her, rendering them defenseless as the Pig Orcs moved in for the kill.

Her power allowed the Pig Orcs to fight with greater precision, using brute strength to crush their foes in a coordinated effort.

Fiona, Emily, and Natalie each used their abilities to bolster the Pig Orcs.

Fiona's control over the elements kept the Asuras off-balance, waves of water and bolts of lightning slamming into their formations.

Emily's darkness consumed any Asura that ventured too close, dissolving them into nothingness.

Natalie's spectral chains wrapped around the strongest of the Asuras, immobilizing them and leaving them vulnerable to the Pig Orcs' brutal strikes.

Cornelia and Corora were already engaged in battle, their natural abilities turning the tide in key areas of the battlefield.

Corora's energy blasts disintegrated groups of Asuras with a single strike, while Cornelia's raw power crushed their defenses, creating openings for the Pig Orcs to exploit.

Lyerin watched from above, his eyes scanning the battlefield.

The Pig Orcs, injured but empowered by the tribal spirit's elevation, were fighting with renewed strength.

Some of the larger Pig Orcs had nearly doubled in size, their muscles bulging grotesquely as they fought with a savagery that bordered on berserk rage.

Their wounds, instead of weakening them, seemed to fuel their power, making them even more dangerous. But it was still a close fight.

The Asuras were highly trained and fast, their movements coordinated and efficient.

As the battle raged, Lyerin felt a shift in the air, a ripple of energy that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. His instincts screamed danger, and he immediately glanced up, his eyes narrowing.

From the clouds above, a group of new Asura warriors descended, their armor glinting in the dim light, their weapons crackling with ethereal energy.

These were not the standard soldiers—these were the elites of the elites, the finest warriors the Asura army had to offer.

Their faces were cold and emotionless, their bodies moving with the grace of predators.

"Of course," Lyerin muttered under his breath. "They're sending in their strongest now."

He quickly descended toward the battlefield, landing beside the largest group of Pig Orcs.

His presence caused a ripple of energy among them, their already heightened rage intensifying at the sight of their leader.

Lyerin's face was calm, but his mind was calculating, assessing the situation.

The elite Asuras wasted no time.

They moved with blinding speed, slicing through the ranks of the Pig Orcs with lethal efficiency.

Despite the Pig Orcs' enhanced strength and size, they were no match for these new foes. Blood sprayed across the battlefield as the Pig Orcs fell, one after another.

Lyerin's eyes narrowed.

This isn't going to be easy.

With a flick of his wrist, Lyerin summoned a surge of mana, his hand glowing with dark energy. He extended his arm toward the closest elite Asura and released a concentrated blast of force.

The Asura dodged it with ease, but Lyerin was already moving, closing the distance between them in an instant. He drew his blade and slashed in a wide arc, forcing the Asura on the defensive.

The two clashed, their weapons ringing out in a symphony of steel and power.

Lyerin moved with precision, his strikes fast and calculated, but the Asura was equally skilled, deflecting each blow with practiced ease.

Meanwhile, the other elite Asuras had spread out across the battlefield, engaging the Pig Orcs and the women with ruthless efficiency. Lyerin could see that the tide was turning against them, despite their best efforts.

He gritted his teeth, frustration boiling beneath the surface. We need more power...

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a sudden shift in the battle caught his attention. A group of Pig Orcs had fallen back, their movements sluggish as they were cornered by three of the elite Asuras. Lyerin's heart sank as he realized the Pig Orcs were about to be slaughtered.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A dark, swirling energy enveloped the Pig Orcs, their bodies convulsing as the tribal spirit of the Stonehooves Tribe surged through them.

Their forms twisted and grew, their skin darkening, their muscles bulging even further.

They let out roars of pure rage, their eyes glowing with a malevolent red light.

The elite Asuras hesitated, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden transformation. And in that moment, the newly empowered Pig Orcs struck.

Their blows landed with bone-shattering force, crushing the Asuras beneath their fists.

Lyerin's eyes widened in surprise.

The tribal spirit had responded to the Pig Orcs' need, elevating them once more in the heat of battle.

He could feel the power of the spirit coursing through him as well, strengthening his connection to his tribe.

"Keep pushing!" Lyerin shouted to the women and the Pig Orcs. "We can win this!"

But just as hope began to stir, a new wave of Asuras appeared on the horizon, their numbers vast and their auras terrifying.

And then, from the sky, the sound of wings cutting through the air echoed.

Lyerin's heart stopped as two horned figures descended beside him—Corora and Cornelia. But these were not his allies.

They were enemies. Asuras in disguise.

Before Lyerin could react, the horned sisters unleashed a devastating wave of energy, aimed directly at him.