The Author's POV

"Cough…cough!"

I coughed several times before finally reaching the castle's upper levels. When I opened the doors that led to the top of the castle, I saw the others standing in the same place I had left them, solemnly and heavily looking into the distance.

"How is the situation?"

I asked.

After sparing me a glance, Leopold commented.

"...Not good."

He was the only one who bothered to acknowledge me when everyone else was too busy observing the situation in the distance.

Boom—! Boom—!

The ground continued to shake, and anyone who paid close attention could hear the agonizing screams of the orcs as they struggled for their lives.

Seeing the scene, I asked Leopold.

"How many losses have the orcs sustained?"

"They've lost a couple of legions, and are barely holding on."

It was Angelica who spoke this time.

"The orc's line of defense will break soon. I was just about to call you, but it's good that you came here in time."

She added, her eyes squinting and locked in the distance.

"Mhm."

I nodded my head slowly and moved towards the edges of the wall.

From my vantage point, which allowed me to survey the entirety of the battleground, I could see how dire the situation was. Indeed, it was exactly as Angelica was describing it.

At this point, the orcs were just about managing to hang on. The only reason they were able to survive at the moment was because of Silug and Omgolung, who stood at the front and repelled the Marquis ranked demons.

If not for them, the situation would have been extremely precarious, if not hopeless altogether, and every single orc would have perished.

"Is it our time to finally make a move?"

Liam's voice, which was tinged with excitement, echoed beside me. Sparing him a glance, I shook my head.

"There is no 'our' in this situation. The only one that will move is me."

"Huh?!"

Everyone looked at me with surprised expressions when I said that. Before they could air their grievances, I added.

"I know you guys want to fight, but now is not the time. The only one that the demons are wary of, right now, is me. You guys will fight, but you aren't allowed to display a strength that is greater than half of your actual strength."

As soon as those words left my mouth, everyone's expression took a sharp turn for the worse. This was especially true for Liam, who appeared to have completely lost his soul.

expected of a battle maniac. I didn't doubt he would've reacted this

plenty of time later to show off your skills. For now, please do as I say. It's the best way to

of things that I wanted to accomplish. Among these things, one of my goals was to

be engulfed in a war, it was no longer as safe

at a faster rate than on earth, secretly building my

can even have my parents come here for the sake of safety. Who knows, in the near future I might even be able to build a city...ah, I'm getting too

from my ambitions which were spiraling out of proportion, I

downstairs and get ready to

"Got it."

eyes met mine. He immediately headed downstairs after he heard my

who was now essentially acting as his

just hold back in

over the fortifications,

massaged my chin when I

a problem

my gaze over

apart from Hein has to hold themselves back. You

anyways. He might attract some attention, but it wouldn't be to the level where the others

use the Gravar style at all if you can. If you do that, you'll end

out the most, it'd

to non-combat situations. His

a situation where there were a lot of enemies, he might even be a lot more useful than I could ever be...and

not think about

lot of jealousy. It was only after I took a peek at the Gravar style that I realized how devastating

"Alright, let's go."

pressing my hand against the walls of the castle, I jumped down

followed right after

***

Boom—

both sides were engaged in combat, enormous energy blasts shot back and forth between the two camps, obliterating everything that was within their vicinity. Be it allies or enemies, nothing was

was a brutal sight to anyone that

is he hiding?! Where are

the midst of the mayhem, a voice that was both frantic and angry could be heard. It belonged to none other than Azeroth, whose fingers collided

from this exchange that Silug was a notch weaker than

"Khhh…"

Silug groaned in pain and glared in Azeroth's general direction. He remained silent throughout their conflict, much to the annoyance of Azeroth,

I've planned this? My target used to be just you, but now

from within Azeroth's body, and at the same time, his body flashed

able to react, Azeroth was already by his torso and had his hand positioned directly in

Bam—!

Azeroth's palm, and Silug's body was hurled all the way back, slamming into the ground

Boom—!

him turned silent as the orcs within the vicinity all stopped doing

"Ukhh.."

his eyes to stare at the ashen gray sky in the distance. At that moment, he had very limited control over his body. It seemed as though every single part of his body had been completely crushed, and he had a hard time moving around

"No..t yet."

desperate cries of his kin, he used whatever was left inside of him

was only going to leave after he

'At least him...;

"Stay down."