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.

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

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

"What do you think?"

was imposingly sitting

is undeniable,

orc chief nodded his

do you think is the appropriate punishment

Without hesitation, Zornaraugh responded.

"Death!"

"Are you sure?"

his head resolutely, Zornaraug stared at Silug kneeling on the ground whose face was expressionless. With a trace of disgust

we orcs don't need failures like him, why must we keep

of seconds, turning his attention back towards Silug, the orc chief's powerful voice resounded across the hall as he

you have anything to say against Zornaraugh's

and staring deeply into Zornaraugh eyes, Silug

"Yes..."

feeling challenged, Zornaraugh raised his voice as he

"You dare!"

the trone, the orc chief glared at

talk when it is your

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

-Rumble!

his mistake and lowering his head, Zornaraugh

"...yes, father"

short-term. As a leader,

nodded his head

"Understood father"

"Good..."

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

dissatisfied with my son's decision.

him,

Silug, third legion commander of Gud

better sound convincing or I might just do what

his chest once, Silug

strength, my loyalty, my

the orc

The ones that were just battling outside a

orc's chief statement, Silug's voice remained stoic as he

to me...killing me would have a detrimental effect on the morale of the troops which you

us orcs as killing me would

for a second, Silug loudly

me would result in your

throne,

you

demons, or dwarfs, power struggles

been strange if the current orc chief

valid one as his death would mean that the current chief would have his power considerably weakened as

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

If he lost Silug's support, then his ascension as next chief would become much

put, this would do more harm than good for Zornaraugh as it would allow for rivals to gain valuable time

could not happen, and

chief falling into deep contemplation, shaking his head, Silug raised his head and stared at the orc chief straight into his

am not threatening you...I just know

soon prevailed

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

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

chief looked at Zornaraugh

still have a long way to

back towards Silug, the orc's chief powerful