chapter 172 mirsha cold sweat

Elder Mirsha's Fury – A Raging Declaration

The silence that followed the hooded player's defiance was brief—a moment where the weight of their words sank into the crowd.

And then—

"YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE?!"

Elder Mirsha's voice roared through the dungeon entrance, shattering the uneasy quiet like a war drum.

Her usual calm, her composed authority—gone.

In its place, pure, seething rage.

Her expression twisted with fury, eyes burning as she pointed a shaking finger at the hooded player.

The Breaking Point – Mirsha Loses Control

The players stiffened, some even instinctively stepping back.

They had never seen Mirsha like this.

She had always been in control. Always commanding. Always the kind of leader who crushed her enemies with cold precision.

But now?

Now, she was screaming.

Now, her voice was shaking with raw fury.

And all of it was directed at one person.

"You DARE stand against ME?!" Mirsha shouted, her breathing heavy, her face red with anger. "You think you can defy Rainbow Solutions?! You think you can just walk away unscathed?!"

She wasn't just angry—she was losing control.

This wasn't a strategic power move.

This wasn't a well-calculated warning.

This was pure, unchecked ego lashing out.

The Crowd's Shock – Fear Spreads

The players around her froze, exchanging nervous glances.

Even the most loyal members of Rainbow Solutions looked uneasy.

This… wasn't how Elder Mirsha usually acted.

This wasn't strength.

This was desperation.

And desperation?

It was dangerous.

"She's really losing it…" one rogue muttered under his breath.

"Damn, she's not even thinking straight."

"This isn't like her. What the hell?"

But Mirsha didn't hear them.

She was too far gone.

The Final Warning – A Fool's Threat

Her body trembled with barely restrained rage as she jabbed a finger toward Raven's party.

"LISTEN UP! ALL OF YOU!" she roared.

Her voice echoed through the dungeon entrance, filled with undiluted fury.

"IF YOU GO INTO THAT DUNGEON WITH HIM—YOU ARE DEAD TO ME!"

She wasn't just threatening the hooded player anymore.

She was declaring war on anyone who sided with Raven.

"I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN!" she screamed. "YOU WILL NEVER FIND PEACE! I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE SURE YOU REGRET THIS!"

Her voice cracked slightly at the end, a sign of just how much her anger had taken over.

This wasn't a warning.

This wasn't strategy.

This was blind hatred.

She had lost.

Raven's Thoughts – A Flaw Exposed

Raven watched, arms crossed, his smirk widening.

How pathetic.

Mirsha had ruled with strength and fear.

She had built her reputation on control, on always being one step ahead.

But now?

Now, she had revealed her greatest weakness.

She had let her emotions rule her.

She had thrown away her authority in favor of a childish tantrum.

She had exposed herself.

And that meant—

She was already doomed.

The Hooded Player's Response – Unshaken

The hooded player, still standing where they were, tilted their head.

Then, after a pause—

They laughed.

Not loud. Not mocking.

Just… a small, amused chuckle.

The sound only made Mirsha shake with rage.

The Turning Point – The Beginning of the End

"You're done, Mirsha."

Raven's voice was calm, but the weight behind it cut through the tension like a blade.

Mirsha snapped toward him, her furious eyes locking onto his unreadable gaze.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

Raven exhaled lightly.

"I said…" His smirk widened. "You're done."

He wasn't yelling. He wasn't mocking.

He was just stating a fact.

And that was what made it so terrifying.

Because everyone felt it.

The moment Mirsha had screamed like a maniac.

The moment she had let anger control her instead of strategy.

The moment she had lost her mind in front of the entire crowd.

She had lost.

And Raven?

He was going to make sure she paid for it.

Not now.

Not here.

But soon.

And when it happened—

It wouldn't just be a defeat.

It would be absolute destruction.

The Unraveling – When Fear Replaces Arrogance

Elder Mirsha's furious shout echoed through the dungeon entrance.

"IF YOU GO INTO THAT DUNGEON WITH HIM—YOU ARE DEAD TO ME!"

Her voice was sharp, filled with anger, but there was something off about it.

A slight tremor in her tone.

A flicker of hesitation in her movements.

A subconscious step back instead of forward.

She felt it.

That overwhelming presence.

That wrongness.

That cold, creeping feeling wrapping around her like invisible chains.

And she wasn't the only one.

The Unseen Terror – The Crowd's Reactions

The mocking players who had laughed just moments ago?

Now?

They stood rigid, unable to shake the weight pressing down on them.

A swordsman's hand trembled on his hilt.

A rogue, previously sneering, now gritted his teeth, sweat trailing down his neck.

A cleric instinctively clutched their pendant, whispering a silent prayer as if that would protect them.

They didn't know why they were afraid.

They didn't understand what they were feeling.

But their bodies knew.

Something was wrong.

Something was watching them.

No—someone.

The Hooded Player's Presence – A Predator Among Prey

The hooded figure didn't move much.

Just a slight shift in their stance.

A calm, measured breath.

A smile—just enough to be noticed.

"A mere first-rate guild can destroy me?"

The words came out slow, deliberate.

And yet, they cut through the tension like a blade.

The way they spoke—

The way they mocked the very idea—

It wasn't arrogance.

It was fact.

Like they were so far beyond the concept of "first-rate guilds" that the idea of being destroyed by one was nothing more than a joke.

Mirsha gritted her teeth.

That look.

That expression.

That unshaken, unbothered attitude.

It pissed her off more than anything.

Mirsha's Anger Boils Over – A Cornered Beast

She hated that look.

She had worked too hard for her position.

She had fought, struggled, climbed her way up—only to be standing here, getting mocked by some nameless nobody.

And worse?

Her own guildmates were hesitating.

Some were glancing at each other, uncertain.

Some were even stepping back.

They had felt it.

And that—that was unacceptable.

Mirsha clenched her fists.

She would not be made a fool of.

"I don't care who you are!" she roared, eyes burning with fury. "You think you can just waltz in here and act like you're untouchable?! Do you even know who you're standing against?!"

The hooded player just tilted their head, amused.

"Enlighten me."

Mirsha's breath hitched.

Something about their voice—

It was too calm.

Too confident.

Too certain.

She felt like she was talking to someone who already knew the outcome.

And that infuriated her.

The Soul Trembles – A Fear Beyond Logic

Then—

The hooded player took a single step forward.

And with that one step—

The world stopped.

A sudden, invisible weight crashed down on the area.

Players stiffened, their hearts pounding.

A warrior gasped, hand shaking as he gripped his sword.

A rogue nearly stumbled, barely staying upright.

A mage felt their breath hitch, a deep coldness spreading through their chest.

It was an instinctual reaction.

Something deeper than logic.

Something that forced their bodies to react before their minds could even comprehend it.

A sensation that was older than time itself.

The kind of fear that creatures lower on the food chain felt when faced with an apex predator.

Because that's what this was.

Not magic.

Not a skill.

Just raw, unfiltered presence.

Mirsha's Body Betrays Her

Mirsha clenched her jaw.

She wanted to scream at them.

She wanted to lash out, fight back, say something—anything—

But she couldn't.

Her hands wouldn't move.

Her breath came out ragged.

Her chest felt tight, suffocating.

She was standing.

She was glaring.

But she wasn't in control.

For the first time—Mirsha felt small.

Raven's Realization – A Special Class

Raven watched carefully, his eyes narrowing.

This wasn't normal.

The system didn't have a "fear" debuff this intense.

Even he felt something—the barest, faintest whisper of unease.

Not enough to affect him.

But enough to recognize something was wrong.

Then, it clicked.

"A healer?"

A special class.

Not just any healer—something more.

Something that could bend the atmosphere.

Something that made souls react.

"Interesting."

His smirk widened.

This was no ordinary player.

This was someone who belonged in the unknown.

And now—

They were on his side.

The Moment Breaks – The Aftershock

The hooded player finally stepped back.

The pressure vanished.

Like it had never been there.

But the damage was done.

Players gasped, suddenly remembering how to breathe.

Some stumbled, barely staying on their feet.

The rogue who had mocked Raven earlier?

He collapsed to his knees, drenched in sweat.

The cleric clutched their chest, still shaking.

The entire dungeon entrance—once filled with mockery and arrogance—was now filled with silence and uncertainty.

Mirsha?

She forced herself to move.

She refused to show weakness.

Even if her legs were unsteady.

Even if she felt like she had just been standing before something she was never meant to face.

"Fine!" she spat. "Go ahead! Throw your lives away! But when you're begging for mercy, don't expect Rainbow Solutions to save you!"

She turned on her heel, her voice cutting through the air like a final command.

"We're leaving!"

Her guildmates hesitated.

Some looked at each other, still shaken.

But they followed.

Because despite everything—despite that terrifying moment—she was still their leader.

For now.

And as they left—

Raven glanced at the hooded player.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

This… just got interesting.