Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

Chapter 378 Lloyd!

Adrian soared through the sky, leaving the kings to their respective opponents. He didn't need to look back; they had their hands full. The werebeasts were dangerous, but there was another threat looming—one that concerned him more.

The wyverns.

He pushed his speed, eyes focused on the other battlefield where two titans, General Theron and the Black Wyvern, clashed.

Of course, Adrian hadn't forgotten about them.

The wyverns posed a far greater threat than the werebeasts.

And, if he went there alone, it'd be suicidal, but he wasn't alone. He had a plan. Now, he just had to figure out if the allies he roped in were on their way.

"Did they come?" Adrian muttered, glancing at the horizon as he continued flying, reassessing his situation. His first move had been a gamble, but it worked. The explosion from earlier? Yeah, it looked bad. Looked like he got caught up in it, but he wasn't that reckless.

He escaped at the last second, thanks to Bane's ability to teleport within a 10km radius.

Only once a day, though. Too bad they couldn't use it again for the day.

That wasn't the fun part.

Once he got out, he immediately went to the academy and grabbed the instructors. On the way back, Miss Tessa and Mr. Jenny joined him. He had already asked them to help out, and they were prepared. He even shared info on how to deal with the kings beforehand, just in case they needed it. Not that they wouldn't figure it out themselves, but it never hurt to be ahead.

Thankfully, they didn't ask how he knew about them as well.

'The werebeasts will be taken care of now...'

'Right...'

'Hmm...'

Adrian frowned, the uneasy feeling creeping in.

"I didn't forget anything, right?" he muttered under his breath, mind going silent for a moment. Did I?

The thought lingered, but he quickly shoved it aside as the aerial battlefield loomed closer. The time for thinking was over.

It was time to act.

'I hope those millions didn't go for nothing.'

Adrian's thoughts momentarily drifted to the sting of his lost fortune.

Sure, those millions were necessary to get the help he needed, but that didn't make it hurt any less. His eyes narrowed as they locked onto the battlefield ahead. Flying ships hovered in the distance, bombarding the wyverns with magical artillery, but it wasn't enough.

His gaze shifted further, and there they were—General Theron and the Black Wyvern still locked in their brutal clash. The two titans collided with force that shook the skies, but despite the chaos, Adrian's allies were nowhere to be seen. No sign of the help he'd gone through hell and back to gather.

"Where the hell are they?" he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice as he scanned the horizon.

Just as he was about to curse his luck, a loud whistling noise pierced the air from behind.

Adrian and Bane turned in unison, and his heart skipped a beat. High above, cutting through the clouds like shadows descending from the heavens, three massive flying battleships loomed into view, their sleek forms glinting in the light.

Adrian's lips curved into a slow smile. "I knew you wouldn't let me down, Senior."

One of the ships, positioned in the center, stood out from the rest. It was larger, more imposing, bristling with enchanted cannons and shimmering runes. That had to be hers. No, her family's to be more exact.

His grin widened, and a rare warmth spread through his chest.

"I love you, Anya," he murmured under his breath, more to himself than anyone. And he didn't mean it in a romantic way.

"Let's go."

He didn't waste another second. With a quick command, Bane swooped down toward the central battleship, cutting through the air like a bolt of black lightning. The reinforcements had arrived, and now the real fight was about to begin.

Adrian landed smoothly on the deck of the massive battleship, the ship's enchanted metal humming beneath his feet. The air crackled with energy, cannons glowing faintly as they recharged for their next barrage. Bane flared his wings out once before folding them, allowing Adrian to dismount.

As his feet touched the deck, a figure approached from the front of the ship—a striking woman with long, flowing black hair that shimmered faintly in the light of the magical runes. She moved with a calm, yet commanding presence, the very air around her seemingly bending to her will. Her dark red eyes glimmered with a mix of amusement and intrigue as she closed the distance.

"Lady Yor," Adrian greeted, his voice polite, but firm. He bowed his head slightly out of respect and... "Thank you for coming. We need all the help we can get."

Yor smiled warmly, an easy wave of her hand dismissing his formal tone. "No need for all that, it's no big deal."

Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she continued. "So, you're the junior my daughter's been talking about for so long?"

Adrian straightened, momentarily surprised but keeping his curiosity in check. He nodded solemnly, but his mind couldn't help but wonder what exactly his senior, Anya, had said about him.

Still, now wasn't the time to pry.

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"Thank you again for accepting my and Mr. Lucien's request," Adrian said, his voice grateful but steady. "We couldn't have handled this without you."

Yor waved off his gratitude, her expression softening slightly. "Don't worry, kid. We'd have gotten involved regardless. The city our daughter lives in is in danger, and we don't just sit around while it's being torn apart. Besides," she added with a small smile, "my husband was the one who agreed to this in the first place, right?"

Before Adrian could respond, a shadow rippled at the edge of his vision. He tensed for a split second but quickly relaxed as a figure materialized beside him—a handsome man with blonde hair, sharp features, and an aura that seemed to command the very darkness around him.

He looked to be in his late twenties, with a casual confidence that bordered on unsettling. The shadows around him receded as he fully formed, standing tall beside Yor.

'Lloyd!'