บท 185: Mad Tyrants

Several minutes slipped away as Emir moved stealthily through the ranks of the monstrous horde.

Each step was a delicate dance with Aether, his silent partner in this dangerous waltz.

He landed softly on the ground, his footsteps muffled.

It was a skill he had honed through his Weaver's Veil aspect—a simple manipulation of Aether.

And as he ventured deeper into the heart of chaos, he consciously suppressed the Aether radiating from his being. 

This caused his aura to shrink and made himself nearly invisible to the monsters' senses.

While navigating through the war-torn cityscape, Emir maneuvered around corners, scattered rubble, and debris.

He then turned around a building's corner, only to come to a sudden stop.

Before him, a tidal wave of towering Fiends surged forward, like an unending river of nightmares.

They were quick, driven by an unknown force that appeared to command their every move.