LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe

The Scarred Soldier's boots pounded against the forest floor, his breathing ragged as he pushed himself harder, faster.

The others followed close behind, their faces etched with panic and exhaustion.

Despite their best efforts to outrun him, Lyerin's laughter grew louder with every step, the haunting sound chasing them like a shadow.

It was as though the air itself carried his voice, wrapping it around them, taunting them, and crushing their resolve.

"He's toying with us!" Theran shouted between breaths, his voice breaking under the strain. "He knows exactly what he's doing!"

"Shut up!" the Scarred Soldier barked, his tone harsh but laced with the same fear they all felt. "Focus on running!"

But even as he said it, they all knew running wasn't enough. No matter how fast they went, no matter how far they thought they'd come, Lyerin was always there, his presence pressing down on them like a storm cloud ready to burst. The Younger Woman stumbled, catching herself on a tree trunk before forcing her legs to move again.

"I can't—" she gasped, her voice trembling. "I can't do this anymore! He's going to catch us!"

"No, he won't!" Donovan snapped, though his tone betrayed his own desperation. His hand tightened around the hilt of his weapon as though it might offer some semblance of comfort. "We just have to keep moving!"

"You don't get it!" Miriam cried out, her voice shaking with a mixture of terror and frustration. "It doesn't matter how far we go! He's not chasing us—he's herding us! He's playing with us like we're nothing but... but prey!"

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Mikhail growled, his deep voice cutting through the chaos. He turned to face her briefly, his expression grim. "Stop and let him catch us? Is that what you want?"

"I don't know!" Miriam yelled, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. "I don't know what to do! But this—this isn't working! We're running ourselves into the ground, and he's just laughing at us!"

The Scarred Soldier came to an abrupt halt, spinning around to face the group. "Enough!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the trees. His chest heaved as he glared at each of them in turn, his scarred face twisted with frustration. "We don't have time for this! If we stop, we die. If we fight, we die. Our only chance is to keep going and hope we find a way out of this."

"But where are we even going?" the Younger Woman asked, her voice cracking. "Do you even know? Or are we just running blindly until we collapse?"

"We're heading back to the tribe," the Scarred Soldier said firmly. "That's our goal. If we can make it back, we'll be safe."

"Safe?" Theran spat, his face contorted with disbelief. "Do you honestly think the tribe will protect us from him? They don't even know what he's capable of! Most of all, he owns it!"

"They don't have to know," the Scarred Soldier shot back. "All they need to do is delay him long enough for us to figure out our next move."

"Delay him?" Donovan repeated, his voice rising in anger. "You're talking about throwing them to the wolves! Do you realize what you're suggesting?"

"We don't have a choice!" the Scarred Soldier roared, his voice cutting through the rising tension. "It's either them or us. And if it comes down to it, I'm choosing us."

The group fell into a tense silence, the only sounds their labored breathing and the distant echo of Lyerin's laughter. It was closer now, each peal of laughter slicing through the air like a blade. The oppressive weight of his presence seemed to bear down on them, making the very act of standing feel like a monumental effort.

Theran shook his head, his fists clenched at his sides. "This is insane," he muttered. "We're insane for thinking we could outsmart him. He's playing a game we don't even understand."

"Then what's your plan?" Mikhail asked, his deep voice steady but cold. "Stand here and argue until he catches up? Because that's exactly what he wants."

"I don't know!" Theran snapped, his frustration boiling over. "But running isn't working, and neither is arguing. So maybe we should—"

"Should what?" Donovan interrupted, his voice sharp. "Face him? Fight him? Do you honestly think we have a chance against that?"

"Stop it!" the Younger Woman cried, her voice trembling. She looked at each of them, her eyes wide with desperation. "This isn't helping! We need to stick together, not tear each other apart!"

"And what good is sticking together if it just makes us easier to kill?" Theran shot back, his voice dripping with bitterness.

"Enough!" the Scarred Soldier barked, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We're not splitting up. We're not stopping. We're not fighting. We're running. That's the only option we have right now, so shut up and move!"

But even as he spoke, the sound of Lyerin's laughter grew louder, more distinct. It was no longer just an echo carried on the wind—it was here, close enough that they could feel it vibrating in their bones. The Younger Woman whimpered, her knees threatening to give out beneath her.

"He's coming," Miriam whispered, her voice barely audible. "He's right behind us."

"No, he's not," the Scarred Soldier said firmly, though his eyes betrayed his uncertainty. "He's just trying to scare us. Don't fall for it."

But they all knew he was wrong. They could feel Lyerin's presence now, a suffocating aura that seemed to seep into their very souls. The laughter was no longer just a sound—it was a physical force, pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe, to think, to move.

"Then what do we do?" the Younger Woman asked, her voice trembling. "What do we do when he catches us?"

The Scarred Soldier didn't answer. For the first time, he looked truly uncertain, his usually hard expression softening as the weight of their situation finally settled on his shoulders.

"Keep moving," he said quietly, his voice lacking its usual conviction. "Just... keep moving."

And so they did. But even as they ran, they couldn't shake the feeling that their time was running out, that no matter how far they went, no matter how fast they ran, Lyerin would catch them.

It was only a matter of time.

As the group continued their desperate flight, an eerie calm began to settle over them. The oppressive atmosphere of Lyerin's distant laughter still lingered, but the raw panic that had driven them before began to ebb. Exhaustion clawed at their minds, forcing them to slow down, both physically and mentally. They realized that running blindly was no longer an option—they needed a plan.

Scarred Soldier was the first to speak, his voice low but steady. "We need to stop this bickering. We can't afford to fall apart. He's still out there, laughing at us, waiting for us to break. Let's think. Lyerin isn't unstoppable. He has his own patterns, his own weaknesses."

The Younger Woman, her breathing labored but her tone sharp, nodded. "You're right. This… all of this, it's not random. He's toying with us, yes, but there's something more. He's not just a mindless predator. He's calculating. That's why we've made it this far."

Miriam, who had been silent for most of their escape, finally spoke up, her voice quiet but firm. "If we're going to survive this, we need to understand him. What drives him? Why does he do this? He's not killing us outright. He could've done that already. But he hasn't."

Donovan frowned, his brows furrowing as he ran his hand through his hair. "What are you saying? That he's… sparing us? Because it doesn't feel like sparing when you're running for your life."

"No," Theran interjected, his tone thoughtful. "She has a point. Think about it. He's had every opportunity to finish us, yet he hasn't. He's playing a game, sure, but it's not just about killing us. It's about… something else. He's studying us. Testing us."

"Testing us for what?" Mikhail asked, his voice tinged with both frustration and curiosity. "To see how long we last? To see how much we can take before we break?"

"Maybe," Miriam replied, her gaze distant as if trying to piece together a puzzle. "Or maybe he wants to see how we react under pressure. How far we're willing to go."

Scarred Soldier's jaw tightened as he absorbed their words. "Then we use that. If he's testing us, we give him something to watch. We show him we're not just prey. We turn this around."