The Author's POV

-Thump! -Thump!

Inside of a dark hall, a tall orc slowly walked forward. With each step he took, the ground beneath him would tremble slightly.

Halting his steps in front of the entrance of the hall, Silug knelt down on one knee and proceeded to look down on the ground as his powerful voice resounded across the hall.

"I, Silug, is here"

As Silug's voice echoed across the surroundings, he was only met with silence. However, Silug didn't mind it as he remained kneeling on the ground.

"Enter..."

Exactly five minutes after Silug made his presence known, a dark and raspy voice shook the whole building as a humongous pressure engulfed Silug's body completely.

"khrr...Yes"

Forcefully bearing the pressure and standing up, Silug sluggishly walked towards the hall before him.

As he entered the hall the first thing Silug saw were tremendous braziers hanging from ten ivory columns by the side of the hall lighting up every part of the hall, including the dark brown oaken floor that was covered by a black rug, compromised of the skin of some sort of beast.

The rug ran from the throne down at the center of the hall all the way towards the entrance where Silug was walking.

Rectangular banners with black and red sigils hung from the side of the walls and between each banner sat a small altar full of candles, illuminating the statuettes of powerful creatures depicting either orcs or other fantastical creatures such as dragons and gargoyles.

In the middle of the hall sat a magnificent throne made out of bones with two imposing statues depicting two large orcs holding onto their weapons. The throne was covered in sacred etchings and fixed on each of the front legs was a red ruby that pulsated a red hue continuously like a heart.

Sitting on top of the throne was a figure whose features were obscured by a large shadow cast by the two statues next to the throne.

However, despite the fact that his features couldn't be seen, his majestic presence enveloped the whole hall causing anyone that saw him to subconsciously feel inferior.

-Thud!

Arriving a couple of meters before the obscure figure, taking a knee, Silug once again spoke.

"Silug, is here to report"

Silence once again prevailed over the surroundings as the figure sitting on the throne observed Silug from his throne.

"Khhrr…khrrr"

With each breath the figure took, the hall would shake slightly. Turning his head to the side, the figure coldly spoke.

"Zornaraugh"

"Yes father"

Standing next to the throne was a rather young-looking orc.

He was only half as tall as Silug and his muscles weren't as pronounced. However, a regal and majestic presence exuded from his body that was only slightly inferior to the orc sitting on the throne.

Zornaraugh

That was the name of the young orc standing next to the orc chief sitting on the throne.

Birthed sixteen years ago by the current chief of Gud Kodror, Zornaraugh was exposed to the best resources and best education possible, making him the orc with the greatest potential.

'The young chief'

That was what everyone in the city called him as the elders and the chief unanimously decided on making him the next chief.

Aside from the current chief, no other figure was as important as Zornaraugh who was the next chief in line.

He was the last hope the orcs had at reclaiming the lost land of Immorra.

to observe and understand what his job consisted of.

ground, the figure sitting on the throne, the current orc chief of Gud

"What do you think?"

head towards his father who was imposingly sitting on the

undeniable, he should be

chief

think is the appropriate punishment for

Without hesitation, Zornaraugh responded.

"Death!"

"Are you sure?"

Silug kneeling on the ground whose face was

need failures like him, why

at Zornaraugh for a couple of seconds, turning his attention back towards Silug, the orc chief's

you have anything

up, and staring deeply into

"Yes..."

Silug's response, feeling challenged, Zornaraugh raised his voice as

"You dare!"

from the armrest of the trone, the orc chief glared at

up! Only talk when it is your

the whole room shook violently. Dreadful energy propagated outwards of the chief's

-Rumble!

and lowering his head, Zornaraugh nodded his

"...yes, father"

long-term instead of short-term. As a leader, you must always be composed and mustn't let our primal instinct cloud or

Zornaraugh nodded his

"Understood father"

"Good..."

his attention back to Silug, the orc chief's voice once again resounded across

so dissatisfied with my

at the orc chief before him, Silug raised his

of Gud Khodror

or I might just do

his chest once, Silug

my loyalty, my blood...and

the orc chief

that were just battling outside

the orc's chief statement, Silug's voice remained stoic

loyal to me...killing me would have a detrimental effect on the morale of the troops which you cannot afford to do at the

would also negatively affect the overall power of us orcs as killing me would mean killing an important asset to the

second, Silug

in your position to

the armrest of his throne, the

Are you

or dwarfs, power struggles were

would've been strange if the current orc chief had no

would mean that the current chief would have his power considerably weakened

taken notice of the small threat as his position was solidified...However, glancing at Zornaraugh next to him, he

position still wasn't. If he lost Silug's support, then his ascension as next

than good for Zornaraugh as it would allow for rivals to gain valuable

not happen, and

his head and stared at

threatening you...I just know my

prevailed over

seconds, the orc chief tapped on the armrest of his throne for a couple of seconds

"Khhrrr...khrrr...very well"

head, the orc chief looked at Zornaraugh as

long

towards Silug, the orc's chief powerful voice shook the