Virearth

'Fire burns wood, but I ain't got that…' 

'Rile up the monsters?'

'…Stupid.'

'Kill its mini versions then attack it from the outside?' 

'No, not enough time; I'll be a skewered piece of meat by then.'

'Overwhelm its control over Aether?' 

'Impossible.'

'…Get in and attack its cores directly?'

'Maybe.' 

'The explosion might kill me though….'

It was extremely dangerous, but it was possible.

And that was all he could do. 

None of his other plans came close.

As Emir knew two things.

Whatever was causing the Virearth to pause after each seemingly random attack was either related to its madness or its control over the monsters.

The other critical factor was that his only chance of killing this monster and potentially the ones after it was conserving his Aether reserves as much as possible.