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.

father, the current chief, wanted for him to observe and

sitting on

"What do you think?"

who was imposingly sitting on the throne,

undeniable,

loud, the orc chief nodded

Zornaraugh, what do you think is the appropriate punishment for his

Without hesitation, Zornaraugh responded.

"Death!"

"Are you sure?"

stared at Silug kneeling on the ground whose face was expressionless. With

we orcs don't need failures like him, why

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

you have anything to say against Zornaraugh's

up, and staring deeply into Zornaraugh eyes, Silug nodded

"Yes..."

raised his voice as he shouted at

"You dare!"

the armrest of the trone, the orc chief glared at

your turn to talk, do

violently. Dreadful energy propagated outwards of the

-Rumble!

and lowering his

"...yes, father"

you need to think long-term instead of short-term. As a leader, you must always be

his

"Understood father"

"Good..."

attention back to Silug, the orc chief's

my son's

orc chief before him, Silug raised his voice as

commander of Gud Khodror have

sound convincing or I might just do what my son had

his chest

strength, my loyalty,

his brow, the orc chief

were just battling outside a

statement, Silug's voice remained stoic as

they are faithfully loyal to me...killing me would have a detrimental effect on the morale of the troops which you cannot afford to

affect the overall power of us orcs as killing me would mean

second,

result in your position to

the armrest of his throne,

Are you

humans, elves, demons, or dwarfs, power struggles were

chief had no

the current chief would have his power considerably weakened as not only will he lose a powerful

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

he lost Silug's support, then his ascension as

would do more harm than good for Zornaraugh as

happen, and

shaking his head, Silug raised his head and stared at

I am not threatening you...I just know

prevailed

seconds, the orc chief tapped on the armrest of his

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

his head, the orc chief looked at Zornaraugh as he

long way to go

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