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.

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 from him...and Zornaraugh

down on the ground, the figure sitting on the throne, the

"What do you think?"

towards his father who was imposingly sitting on the throne, Zornaraugh slowly

sin is undeniable, he

orc chief nodded his head as he

you think is the appropriate punishment for his

Without hesitation, Zornaraugh responded.

"Death!"

"Are you sure?"

kneeling on the ground whose face was expressionless. With a

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

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

do you have anything

head up, and staring

"Yes..."

Zornaraugh raised

"You dare!"

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

when it is your turn

violently. Dreadful energy propagated outwards of the chief's body like

-Rumble!

his head, Zornaraugh

"...yes, father"

next chief in line, you need to think long-term instead of short-term. As a leader, you must always

his head

"Understood father"

"Good..."

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

so dissatisfied with my son's decision. Tell me

chief before him, Silug raised his voice

commander of Gud Khodror

what? You better sound convincing or I might just do

his chest once,

strength, my loyalty, my blood...and

the

ones that were just battling outside a

Silug's

would have a detrimental effect on the morale of the troops which you cannot

also negatively affect the overall power of us orcs

a second, Silug loudly

me would result in your position

throne, the orc chief squinted

you

or dwarfs, power

been strange if the current orc chief had

would have his power considerably weakened as not only

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

position was solidified, Zornaraugh's position still wasn't. If he lost Silug's support, then his ascension

for Zornaraugh as it would allow for rivals to gain valuable time to

could not happen,

contemplation, shaking his head, Silug raised his head and stared at the orc chief straight into his eyes as he

am not threatening you...I

soon prevailed over the

couple of seconds, the orc chief tapped on the armrest of his

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

the orc chief looked at Zornaraugh as

have a long way to

the orc's chief powerful voice shook the whole hall as