Gathering Wives with a System Chapter 508 Regrouping With Others

The Mistborns retreated swiftly through the portals. Their individual Steam Suits, each valued like an entire city, had been obliterated. As high-ranking Mistborn, their corporeal forms were immense; without replacements, they risked dissipating into the ether.

Falsi and Bjorn, hauling their wounded forms, hurried toward the portals. The anticipated reprimand awaiting them from Lord Mists was already a thunderous roar in their minds.

Kael, in stark contrast, remained composed. Whether he had resigned himself to his fate or harbored a quiet confidence was a mystery.

Moments later, the portals winked shut.

A profound silence gradually reclaimed the ravaged field.

The heavy tension of the preceding conflict still hung palpably in the atmosphere, yet the immediate peril had finally receded.

Alice remained by Emily's side for several minutes, observing as the Mistborns' departure allowed Emily's heightened emotions to subside somewhat, though her eyes remained red and tear-laden.

In the vicinity, Averon navigated the devastated landscape, systematically dispatching the monsters drawn by the cacophony of recent explosions and roars. The clash between the Mistborns and their allies had reverberated across a significant portion of the area, inevitably attracting creatures from neighboring territories.

Despite the ongoing cleanup, Averon’s demeanor was brighter than ever.

To him, the scattered Silver Coins and the equipment drops adorning the fallen were akin to overflowing treasure troves.

Not far off, Emily's recently affiliated Mini Boss subdued a charging beast with one of its vines, while the Crimson Sky Wyrm unleashed fiery destruction upon another cluster of monsters from above.

Averon let out a hearty laugh, having just vanquished a Two-Headed Hyena alongside one of Emily's summoned creatures. He wiped his blade clean, then turned.

"That should be the last of—"

The air nearby suddenly distorted.

A shimmering ripple spread outward, preceding the emergence of a spectral bird that shot forth from the spatial anomaly.

[Master!]

Tirra swooped down with palpable excitement, heading directly for Emily.

The ethereal bird appeared unchanged, save for a blinking paper tag affixed to one of its talons. However, the instant Tirra registered the redness around Emily's eyes, the bird abruptly halted, its form stiffening with alarm.

[What transpired? Why are you weeping?]

Emily parted her lips to respond, but before she could utter a word, Tirra wheeled around with sudden fury, directing its ire towards the other summoned beings.

[You are all utterly incompetent! What were you doing if you couldn't even safeguard Master!?]

The Mini Boss scoffed dismissively and averted its gaze, instantly detecting Tirra's faint aura. To its perception, Tirra was hardly significant enough to warrant attention.

The Crimson Sky Wyrm had been on the verge of mirroring this action.

Then, it froze mid-motion.

Its expression shifted, becoming peculiar.

It suddenly recognized a parallel: its own previous haughtiness towards Tirra mirrored Thorn Tyrant's earlier behavior towards itself.

For reasons it couldn't quite articulate, witnessing Tirra display arrogance towards beings of superior might evoked a distinct recollection of Thorn Tyrant's earlier conduct. The Catastrophe’s countenance contorted slightly.

The Catastrophe’s features contorted. It had once believed might was the sole determinant of value, rendering weaker entities unworthy of notice. However, encountering Thorn Tyrant had revealed that such arrogance appeared… embarrassingly juvenile.

This realization was deeply unsettling for the Crimson Sky Wyrm.

It quickly reassessed. Unlike Thorn Tyrant, it maintained a sense of pride. While undeniably loyal to Emily, it hadn't completely abandoned its dignity, as it perceived Thorn Tyrant had.

Still… perhaps adopting a less condescending stance towards lesser summons wouldn't be detrimental.

After a brief pause, the Crimson Sky Wyrm descended from its aerial perch.

[It was our failing in serving Lady Emily adequately. We offer our apologies.]

The three Blazing Petrodactyls immediately emulated its action, lowering themselves as well.

[Hmph! You certainly should be!] Tirra declared, puffing its spectral chest out with pride.

Internally, the ghost bird felt an immense surge of satisfaction.

Finally.

These Overlord-tier summons were heeding her words.

So what if she was the weakest? She was still their elder. The first summon always commanded a certain authority.

A subtle smile finally graced Emily's lips again as she observed the spirited interactions among her summons.

She gently raised a hand.

"Tirra, approach."

The ghost bird instantly alighted upon her shoulder.

"Where are the others?" Emily inquired.

[They are already en route. They instructed me to convey a message: do not approach the Boss Monster just yet. The Boss Monster is exceptionally powerful, and numerous factions are already vying for it. They advised regrouping first rather than rushing ahead.]

Emily nodded slowly in understanding.

"What transpired with the Florathi?" Alice inquired.

Tirra's expression turned notably more somber.

[Lady Avery and the others managed to escape by utilizing Stone Giants as diversions. However, there is a high probability of encountering the Florathi again near the Boss Monster.]

Alice offered a slight nod.

Emily had deliberately arranged for Tirra to remain with Avery's contingent earlier. The spectral bird's capacity for instantaneous teleportation to Emily's location made it an ideal choice for ensuring rendezvous.

Avery had affixed a tracking marker to Tirra before their separation.

Although Elara herself was supposed to receive the tracker, the sudden assault by the Florathi earlier left no opportunity for such a task.

While awaiting the arrival of the others, Tirra rapidly conveyed the events that had transpired.

A few minutes later, several individuals finally materialized in the distance.

Avery took the lead, with Eleanor by her side, sprinting rapidly. The rest of the group appeared weary from their flight, but thankfully, no one seemed to have sustained critical injuries.

The instant Eleanor arrived, her sharp gaze swept over the immediate vicinity of the conflict.

"Provide a concise summary," she commanded.

"We engaged a Mini Boss and successfully eliminated the Mistborns," Averon reported.

Eleanor's expression shifted subtly.

"You encountered Mistborns?"

"Yes, they launched an ambush after confirming Elara’s ability to tame the Mini Boss. They chose to strike just as she was about to initiate the taming process," Averon elaborated.

Eleanor listened intently, while Avery and the others adopted increasingly serious demeanors.

Upon hearing the complete account, Eleanor approached Alice and Elara.

"Well done, the pair of you." A smile graced Eleanor's features. "I am immensely proud of the progress you both have demonstrated."

Alice appeared gratified, maintaining a composed facade. Elara, however, grew visibly bashful. The recollection of her earlier emotional outburst flooded back, causing her face to flush once more.

Before Eleanor could offer further remarks, Elara spoke hastily.

"W-we should proceed to the Boss Monster without delay. If we arrive after others, we risk forfeiting the loot and the Title."

Eleanor exchanged a brief glance with Avery.

Avery offered a subtle nod before responding.

"We have ample time. Our primary objective is not the loot or the Title, but the Boss Monster itself," Avery stated.

"What do you mean by that?" Averon inquired, his brow furrowed.

"We require the Boss Monster's remains for Elara to tame," Avery explained. Elara had previously informed her of her equipment enhancement, which had increased her daily taming capacity from one to three.

"Huh…?” Averon blinked, processing the information for a moment. His expression then transformed, replaced by utter astonishment. His gaze locked onto Elara. "You can tame more than one monster per day!?"

Elara confirmed with a nod.

Averon genuinely found himself at a loss for words.

A one hundred percent taming success rate was already astonishing. To achieve this multiple times a day?

He had long considered Isaac the most extraordinary awakener among them, but Elara now appeared even more formidable.

For a fleeting instant, Averon nearly vocalized a question about her bloodline and Class directly.

He then recalled the ongoing livestreams.

Undeniably, countless influential figures were observing the events unfold. Inquiring here would be imprudent.

'I wager those esteemed figures are currently reeling in disbelief, unable to comprehend Elara's capabilities,' Averon mused with a slight smirk.

"Must we truly disregard the rewards and the Title entirely? The other groups will inevitably divide the remains amongst themselves. We will still need to contend with them. Why not strive for the Title as well?" Alice proposed.

"They will already be depleted if we arrive later, so it logically follows that we conserve our energy and do not engage in the primary conflict," Averon added from the sidelines.

Avery regarded them both before gently shaking her head.

"I believe there has been a slight misunderstanding. While our principal focus is the boss monster, we shall also claim the Title and the loot." A smile emerged on Avery's face. "We intend to seize the Boss."