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.

attending the meeting was because his father, the current chief, wanted for him to observe and understand what his job consisted of. He wanted him to learn

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

"What do you think?"

his father who was imposingly sitting on the throne,

is undeniable, he

loud, the orc chief nodded

Zornaraugh, what do you think is the appropriate punishment for

Without hesitation, Zornaraugh responded.

"Death!"

"Are you sure?"

the ground whose face was expressionless. With a trace of disgust on his

like him, why must

his attention back towards Silug, the orc chief's powerful voice resounded across the

you have anything to

name being called, lifting his head up, and staring deeply

"Yes..."

raised

"You dare!"

the trone, the orc

Only talk when it is your turn to talk, do not

as his voice left his mouth, the whole room shook violently. Dreadful energy propagated outwards of the chief's body

-Rumble!

lowering his head, Zornaraugh nodded

"...yes, father"

to think long-term instead of short-term. As a leader, you must always be composed and mustn't let our

nodded his

"Understood father"

"Good..."

had understood, turning his attention back to Silug, the orc chief's voice

are so dissatisfied with my

looking at the orc chief before him, Silug raised his voice as

of Gud Khodror

I might

chest once, Silug

strength, my loyalty, my blood...and

the orc

ones that were just battling

Silug's voice

they are faithfully loyal to me...killing me would have a detrimental effect on the morale of the troops

us orcs as killing me would mean killing an

for a second, Silug loudly

result in your position to

armrest of his throne, the

Are you

or dwarfs,

if the current orc chief had no other people vying

one as his death would mean that the current chief would have his power considerably weakened as not only will he lose a powerful commander, he would

threat as his position was solidified...However, glancing at Zornaraugh next to him, he had to make his

position still wasn't. If he lost

more harm than good for Zornaraugh as it would allow for rivals to gain

not happen, and Silug knew

his head and stared at the orc chief

not threatening you...I just know

prevailed

tapped on the armrest of his throne for a couple of seconds before opening his

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

head, the orc chief looked at

a long way to go

towards Silug, the orc's chief powerful voice shook the whole hall as he spoke out