Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

Ella stood at the center of the battlements, her eyes glowing with raw power. "Stay focused!" she called out, her voice calm but commanding.

Her hands blazed with fire as she sent another wave of flames cascading down the wall, burning the climbing werebeasts. Her elemental mastery was awe-inspiring, but even she couldn't be everywhere at once. And if she wanted to use large-scale spells, her aether would end up running out fast.

Aurelius's arms ached as he hacked at another beast, his sword slicing through fur and flesh. He was breathing hard, adrenaline pumping through his veins. They couldn't let the monsters breach the wall.

"More on the right!" Aria shouted, nocking another arrow and firing it into the swarm below.

Adrian stole a glance towards the other side of the gate. There, Anthony Stonefist and his team were locked in their own fierce battle. The Unyielding Bastion lived up to its name, standing firm against the onslaught, but the enemy's numbers were staggering.

"Guess, it's time to pull out that plan," Adrian muttered as he looked at Ella, Claire, Ceil, and finally Aurelius. 'OP combination spells to wipe the mobs out...' Experience more content on empire

"Adrian, it's too early, you don't have to do that," Aria who noticed his change said while not stopping. "We can guard the city this way too."

"...I know..." Adrian nodded as he told his plans to her beforehand. She was probably worried about him. "But with those guys still standing, we can't do anything."

Aria's gaze shifted to the far, back of the enemy line. Where more than a hundred werebeasts were looking at the city with calm and hungry eyes. They were mutant werebeasts, elites of their forces.

Behind them were standing another 4 figures, arrogantly and menacingly. They were the true leaders of the werebeasts. The Werebeast Kings with the Red Moon symbol on their foreheads.

As if noticing her gaze, one of them, a pitch-black werefox turned to her, licking its lips lustfully.

However, its gaze turned into surprise and anger as it saw Adrian mocking it in their language.

"Now, I got its attention, you go and help the others," Adrian whispered to Aria while being engaged in an eye-to-eye battle with the werebeast king.

A small smirk appeared on his face as he noticed werefox's anger rising as he 'effortlessly' slashed its subordinate who was sneaking up on him while still keeping eye contact.

'Though dangerous, definitely worth it!'

"Aria, I'm going."

"...Ok."

Then, with a sharp, piercing whistle, Adrian summoned Bane. Within moments, the rylath appeared from the clouds, its large wings casting a shadow over the battlefield as it soared toward him. Bane's piercing eyes locked onto Adrian, the powerful beast descending gracefully despite the chaos all around.

The werefox king's growl became more pronounced, its eyes blazing with fury as it watched Adrian mount the rylath with ease as if dismissing its power entirely.

"Bane, time to fly!" Adrian shouted, gripping the reins tightly as Bane took off again, his wings beating against the wind. He glanced down, catching Ella's gaze. She nodded, her eyes filled with a silent understanding that matched his own. Claire and Ceil, standing beside her, mirrored the gesture, indicating that they understood the plan was now in motion.

Adrian returned the nod, feeling a surge of confidence. 'Can't disappoint them now.'

From high above the battlefield, he could see the entire layout—the swarming werebeasts crashing against the city's walls like waves, the struggling soldiers holding their ground, and the sheer number of enemies below. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the werefox king below, barking orders to its kin.

"Let's give them something to focus on," Adrian muttered, and with a quick motion, he guided Bane into a sharp dive, swooping just above the werebeast horde. He unleashed a burst of frost magic, freezing several creatures below. Ice crackled along the ground, tripping up more of the oncoming werebeasts, slowing their relentless advance.

The werefox king snarled as it barked orders to its kin, and within seconds, Adrian felt the shift in the battlefield. Hundreds of werefoxes turned their attention toward him, eyes glowing with hatred. The sky seemed to fill with their snarls and shrieks as they began leaping and climbing, desperate to reach him.

"That's more like it," Adrian muttered with a wicked grin, watching the chaos unfold.

But the werefox king wasn't finished. From its side, it commanded ten of its elite subordinates, larger, agile, and more menacing than the others, to break away from the main force and pursue him.

Adrian glanced back, watching them approach with a cold, calculating gaze. "Only ten?" he muttered, shaking his head. "Not nearly enough."

Bane roared, his wings flapping powerfully as they circled the battlefield. Adrian's eyes flickered between the werebeast horde and the elites.

As they drew closer, Adrian allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction. He had a plan for these elites, but first, he needed to provoke the kings themselves.

Hovering above the battlefield, Adrian steered Bane toward the werefox king and its fellow werebeast rulers. The distance closed, and the tension in the air thickened. As he approached, the werefox king's furious gaze locked onto him again, clearly unamused by Adrian's taunting presence.

"Guess it's time to make things even more fun," Adrian murmured. 'And I must say, I'm becoming really good at this. Provoking, or, should I saying pissing others off? Hehe.'

He then let out a loud, mocking laugh, making sure the werefox king—and the other werebeast kings—heard him.

"Hey, you dogs!"

Then, in their guttural accent, he shouted, "Is this the best you have? You send the rats, but you, the dogs stay back? Are you too afraid to face us yourselves, dogs?"

The werefox king's fur bristled, and a murderous growl escaped its throat. The other werebeast kings turned their attention toward Adrian as well after his 'dogs' insults, their eyes narrowing with disdain and a hint of killing intent.

Perfect.

Adrian's smile widened as he watched their fury build. He thrived in situations like this, where the odds seemed impossible, but with the right push, he could turn things in his favor.

"Shut up, food!"

"Swoosh-!"

"Oh, shi-!"

Adrian's heart raced as Bane twisted in the air, narrowly avoiding the crimson claws that had been aimed directly at them. He glanced back, seeing one of the elite werebeasts—a hulking werewolf with glowing red talons—snarling up at him, its eyes filled with bloodlust.

"Close one," Adrian muttered, regaining his composure. Bane's powerful wings carried them higher into the sky, far enough to give Adrian a brief moment to assess the situation.

The werefox king was livid, its face twisted in rage from Adrian's taunts. The other werebeast kings, too, had their eyes locked on him now, their collective fury like a storm brewing on the horizon. But that was precisely what Adrian had intended.

From this height, Adrian could see Ella, Aurelius, and Aria still holding their positions along the battlements. Their eyes flickered upward for a moment, and even from this distance, Adrian could feel their anticipation.

They were ready.

He was ready.

Everything was in place.

All they needed now was the perfect opportunity.

"Alright, buddy," Adrian murmured, leaning forward. "Let's give them something to remember."