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

Silug kneeling down on the ground, the figure sitting on the throne, the current orc chief

"What do you think?"

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

sin is undeniable, he

out loud, the orc chief nodded his head as he

what do you think is the appropriate punishment for his

Without hesitation, Zornaraugh responded.

"Death!"

"Are you sure?"

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

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

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

have anything to say

being called, lifting his head up, and staring deeply into Zornaraugh eyes, Silug

"Yes..."

Silug's response, feeling challenged, Zornaraugh raised

"You dare!"

the armrest of the trone,

is your

soon 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 it engulfed the entire

-Rumble!

mistake and lowering his

"...yes, father"

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

his head

"Understood father"

"Good..."

Silug, the orc chief's voice once again resounded across

dissatisfied with my

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

commander of Gud Khodror

I

his chest once,

strength, my loyalty, my blood...and my

his brow, the orc chief

were just

chief statement, Silug's voice remained stoic as

detrimental effect on the

would also negatively affect the overall power of us orcs

for a second,

result in your position

of his throne, the orc

you

it humans, elves, demons, or dwarfs,

strange if the current orc chief had no other people vying for

chief would have his power considerably weakened as not only will he lose a powerful commander, he would also a lot of

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

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

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

could not happen, and Silug knew

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

am not threatening

prevailed

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

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

chief

a long way to

the orc's chief powerful voice shook the